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But I didn’t love the reminder of what I’d likely never have.
“Anyway, like I was saying,” Luca said when he returned, slightly out of breath. “You could’ve given us a heads-up that Tristan would be coming back with you.”
“Why? It doesn’t matter, does it? It’s not like he’ll be in the studio with us.”
“No, but…” Luca fell silent for a moment. “Listen, have you spoken to Silas?”
Shame rose like bile in my throat. “Not recently.”
“Maybe you should.”
“I don’t see why. My love life is none of his concern.”
Tristan reached across the car and laid his hand on mine. I flipped my palm and squeezed, grateful for the support. He shot me a sympathetic smile before returning his attention to the window.
“With most friends, that’s true…but this isSilas.I’ve never known you to so much as buy a new shirt without getting his opinion first,” Luca said.
“Things change.”
“Hmm.” Luca was clearly unconvinced. “Have you spoken about the kiss?”
I closed my eyes as a headache began to throb behind my eyes. “Is there a point to this call? Because it’s starting to feel like an interrogation. And if that’s the case, can we save it until I’m not jet-lagged?”
Luca sighed. “I’m just saying, I think you two should talk. Have you thought about how this is going to affect him?”
My eyes flew open at that. “Affecthim? What’s he got to do with my relationship?”
Luca was silent for a long time. So long that I actually checked to see if the call had been disconnected. “I get that he’s hurt you, Kai. But he didn’t mean to. He didn’t choose to. But what you’re doing now? Cutting him out of your life without telling him why? That’s fucking wrong. You’reknowinglyhurting him, Kai. That’s not you.”
I saw red, hating the truths Luca was hurling my way. My defences went up. “What the fuck are you saying, Luca? Am I not allowed to live my own life without getting Silas’s permission first? Do I need to run every decision by him?”
“No, but…”
“Look.” I glanced at Tristan, happier than ever that he’d accompanied me home. “You told me to move on, and I have. Now Silas and I can befriends. The way it’s supposed to be.”
Luca muttered something I didn’t quite catch. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he said, his tone far too airy to be truthful. “I’ll see you at the barbecue tomorrow, and we can catch up then.”
I narrowed my eyes at the sudden topic change. “What barbecue?”
“It’s at our place. I definitely mentioned it to you.” He definitelyhadn’t. “We’re going to start brainstorming ideas for the album. Two p.m. Don’t be late. See you then!”
He hung up before I could say anything in reply.
“Everything okay?”
I mustered a smile for Tristan. “How’d you feel about experiencing a British barbecue?”
“It’sraining.”Tristanpeeredthrough the windshield at the very overcast sky.
“I noticed,” I said, flicking the indicator to turn onto Luca’s winding driveway.
“But why are we having a barbecue in the rain?” Tristan persisted. “Surely we’ll order takeout now?”
“No. A bit of rain won’t stop us from grilling outside.”
We pulled up outside Luca’s house. A detached five-bed house, it was a long way from the two-bed flat he’d shared with his mum back on his estate.
