He licks at his bottom lip. “And if she leaves you?”
“Then she leaves me. I’m pretty sure she already has.”
I swallow as my chest cracks. At least it feels like it’s cracking.
“Nah, Luce said she just needs time,” Elliot says, pulling out his phone.
“You’ve spoken to her?” I snap.
“No, I spoke to Lucy. Put your vagina away, Lowell.” He rolls his eyes.
Running my hand through my hair, I blow out a breath. I need to see her.
“Why don’t you tell her? I trust her,” Charlie tells me.
Lance blows out a low whistle.
“I sold her fucking studio, Charlie! She doesn’t even know about the rest of it, and if she did, I can’t imagine she would come running to me open-armed. Do you?”
“I don’t fucking know.” He shrugs, moving to the sofa to sit.
“It’s better for everyone if it stays between us,” Lance mutters, and I know he’s right, even if that means I can’t give her an explanation.
“You okay?” I ask Charlie, resting my hand on his shoulder as I lean on the back of the sofa.
“Yeah. Surprisingly, I feel fucking fantastic.”
“Good, it’s about time.”
Nina
Mason hasn’t stopped calling. He turned up at my apartment late yesterday, but I pretended I wasn’t home. Maybe he knew I was in, but I’m not ready to face him yet, and why should I?
I know I need to talk to him. For a start I need answers, but I worry the moment I see him I will relent.
I’m weak for him, and it’s pathetic.
Lucy and Megan have been with me every evening, not wanting me to be alone, and Scarlet has phoned almost every day.
“Oi, dimples. Get in. We’re going shopping.”
I spin around on the curb, smiling when I spot them all sitting in Scarlet’s black convertible. “Shopping?” I frown. “You said lunch. And it’s a Monday.”
“Lunch,afteryou work up an appetite shopping. Megs started three hours early this morning to make today happen, now get in and stop moaning.” Luce winks from the passenger seat as I slide into the back. “Besides, we need some killer outfits for our day sesh!”
“Nuh-uh. I am not going out, don’t even say it.”
“Okay,” Lucy agrees, and I frown again, looking to Megan, who is smiling beside me.
“What?”
“Nina, come on,” Megan coos.
“What? I don’t want to go out, I feel crappy.”
“We haven’t been out in weeks. You need a blowout, babe. Monday Mayhem is where it’s at!” She grabs my hand, and I notice Lucy’s smirk.
“Did you all plan this? You knew I’d say no.”
