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What. The. Hell. Had Xav left my room and made an announcement to the whole hotel? No...that’s not like him. More like, in his shock, he let something slip to someone and things went from there.
“Listen, it’s not what it looks like,” I assure them.
“I hope not,” Vanessa says. “Because it looks bad. That guy was drunk off his arse when you guys left last night.”
I wince. Fuck, that really did look bad. I’d only been worried about people thinking I’d hooked up with Jack because, well, it’sJack.I hadn’t even considered the other angles. Jack said we’d need the excuse that we were both blind drunk—and, let’s face it, that’s the only scenario in which we’d ever go near each other—but anyone who saw us together last night would know that only one of us was in that state.
“Did you really kiss someone who’d vomited all over themselves?” Molly asks, her nose screwed up in a way that reminds me of the adorable five-year-old she used to be. “Al, that’s so gross.”
“This isn’t about vomit-breath, Molly,” Vanessa chides. “This is about Alastor taking advantage of a guy who was drunk out of his mind.” She issues me with a fierce glare. “How could you do that?”
I screw my face up. “I didn’t do that. What do you think of me?”
“Well I don’t know what to think,” she says with an exasperated huff and sounding so much like our mother it’s a little scary.
“Give him a chance to explain,” Carly pipes in. I’m not surprised to hear her be the voice of reason; she’s always been the most level-headed of my sisters.
I consider my options for a moment. I know if I told them the truth, it wouldn’t go any further. But I’m not sure I can do that. As much as I don’t like Jack, I’m not about to treat his darkest secret like a piece of gossip. And besides, it’d put a burden of secrecy on my sisters that they don’t need.
So I go for option two. “He sobered up,” I say with a shrug.
Vanessa eyes me sceptically. “He sobered up? After rolling around in his own vomit he just perked up and you guys decided to bump uglies?”
I arch a brow at her. “Bump uglies? Really?”
“It can happen,” Molly reasons. “I always get a second wind after a good spew.”
Vanessa eyes her in disapproval. “Throwing up is your body’s way of telling you you’ve had way too much to drink, Molly.”
Molly shrugs. “Not me. It’s my body’s way of telling me I’m refreshed and raring to go for a few more hours of partying.”
“I miss my twenties,” Carly sighs wistfully.
“Can I go now?” I ask, my eyes straying to the buffet line where there are still a few stragglers picking over the remaining food. The waffle guy is still there, although it looks as though he’s about to start packing up. If I hurry I might be able to make it.
“Urgh, fine,” Vanessa says with a sigh, flicking her long dark hair over one shoulder. “I still think you’re completely gross for the vomit sex but whatever.”
“It wasn’t vomit sex—” I break off, shaking my head sharply. Let them think whatever they want. I don’t have time to iron out the details of my fake sex romp with Jack.
“Can we please move off this topic?” Carly begs. “I don’t want to think about Alastor and all the kinky shit he gets up to. How was the wedding? Are there photos?”
I leave my sisters gushing about the ceremony and the beach and the vows and Trent and Xav’s first dance as I stride back over to the buffet and hold my plate out to the waffle guy, who sighs when he sees me. Come on, mate, it’s just one waffle.
After what seems like a lifetime, the waffle is slid onto my plate, looking and smelling incredible. I make a beeline for the condiments and drizzle maple syrup all over it, then grab some cutlery and look for a place to sit. Returning to my sisters’ table is not an option; I want to enjoy this in peace.
Before I can get to the table, though, I once again feel a hand yanking on my arm. This time the grip is much stronger than Molly’s and when I glance up I see Jack.
“Come with me,” he demands.
“Can it wait?” I gesture at my plate, “It’s going to get all soggy.”
He just scowls at me. “I need to talk to you. Now.”
“Bloody hell, is no one going to let me eat a waffle this morning?” I grumble.
“Fine, if you’re going to bitch about it...” he leads us to a table on the opposite side of the restaurant to where my sisters are still sitting. Most of the other wedding guests have finished up now and there’s no one we know nearby. I dig into my breakfast, unable to stop myself moaning around the deliciousness in my mouth.
“People think we had sex in vomit!” Jack hisses.
