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We walk down the crowded footpath. “So then, I wait at home all night, and Chloe calls to tell me he’s in a club at two a.m.,” I continue on my rant to Liam.
“Why did you sleep with him? That’s not like you to give it up on a first date,” he replies, uninterested.
“Because he was the best date of my fucking life, that’s why. And maybe I just wanted to be a bad girl for one night, you know?”
“No. I don’t know.”
“Because you’re my brother, that’s why. If you had the best date of your life, would you play Mr. Innocent to prove a point?”
He rolls his eyes. “Are we going in here?” He gestures to a restaurant.
Poor Liam. I made him come to lunch with me so I can vent all about my weekend from hell.
“Yeah.” I sigh. “This will do.” I push the heavy door open, and we wait in line to be served.
“How do you know it was even him in the club? Chloe was probably wearing beer goggles.”
“Because she sent me a video of him.”
“She took a video of him?” He screws up his face in disgust. “That’s not creepy at all.”
“Look.” I bring up the video that I know by heart by now because I’ve watched it ten thousand times.
I hit play, and he watches the footage. “He’s a douche, Juliet.”
I exhale heavily. “It was the best night of my life.”
“No, it wasn’t. Look how he made you feel. He’s a fucktard. Forget him.”
I sigh heavily. “I guess.”
“What’s his name, anyway?”
“Henley.”
“That’s a weird name.” He curls his lip in disgust. “Hen as in chicken?”
“Hen as in cock, I would say.” I widen my eyes.
He winces. “Yuck, too much information.”
As we wait, he watches the video on my phone again. He passes it back in disgust. “If I ever see him, I’ll knock him out for you,” he mutters dryly. “Deal?”
“Okay, deal.” I smile, feeling a little bit better that my younger brother is also one of my best friends.
We get to the front of the line. “Hello, can we have a table for two, please?” I ask.
The hostess looks over the booking sheet. “I just have to get the table cleared. Can you wait for five minutes?”
“Sure.”
She gestures to a waiting area. “Just wait in there, and I’ll call you when it’s ready. What’s the name?”
“Juliet.”
We make our way into the bar area to wait for our table, and I watch the video of Henley again. I don’t know why I keep watching the damn thing. It’s as if I’m hoping to find evidence that this actually isn’t him.
If only.
