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“This song? Again?”
He chuckles without turning.
“Bloody love this fucking record.”
“Oh, do you?” I mutter dryly. “I’m not sure fucking Scotland is aware of that just yet, if you could maybe turn it up for them?”
Which he does. Wanker.
I groan and step past him, dialing the volume down on the speaker it’s blasting from.
“Is there coffee?”
“Oh,yes, but ofcourse, m’lord!”
I roll my eyes as he turns to flip me off and nod at the pot.
“Hot and strong.”
“Lovely.”
The smell of sausages suddenly makes my stomach gurgle as I start to pour a mug of back coffee.
“Oi, speaking of Scotland…” Noel turns to give me a look that says he’s been wrestling with the same scotch-based hangover that I am. “How was your head this morning?”
“Vindictive,” I grunt. “Yours?”
“A bastard.” He sighs, shoving his fingers through his dark hair. “Thanks for letting me crash.”
“Any time.”
It made sense. We’d been drinking with friends at the Deluxe Lounge, which is a stone’s throw from my townhouse near campus but much further to Noel’s flat. Plus, I’m starting to recall the end of the evening over more scotch at my kitchen counter once we got here.
“Were we the last ones standing at Deluxe?”
My brows furrow, thinking. “Thomas and Cassandra left early, I remember that.”
“Well, there’s a shock.”
I grin. Our two good friends are newly engaged and newly pregnant, and still as perpetually entangled in each other’s arms as ever. Lately, it seems when they come out, it’s only to humor us, and only for as long as they can stand not being alone together.
“Lars was chatting up that redhead…” Noel frowns. “They may have left together?”
I give him a look. He grins.
“Right, as if that didn’t happen.”
I smirk at him. “Surprised you noticed.”
“Hmm?”
“Seems there was something, or should I say someone, occupying your attention last night.”
He glances at me. “Look, I was just—”
“Noel, I don’t care if you’re friends or, you know, whatever, with Matilde.”
Maybe I should care. Maybe it should bother me more that somehow, Matilde Laurent, néeMargaux—as in, the older sister of the girl who put a bullet through my heart out of fucking nowhere—has somehow become part of our little group here in London.
