“I can’t help but feel bad, like I’m putting you out.”
She gives me a look that basically means shut up.
“Are you sure, Mags? Shouldn’t you speak to John first too? It will be later evenings sometimes.”
“Jesus Christ, just let her have the damn kid,” Lucy grumbles from the opposite sofa.
“Lucy Mae Morgan! That is your nephew you are talking about,” Maggie scolds.
“I have a headache, Mum. Don’t pick on me today.”
I shake my head and laugh. Lucy’s definitely feeling it more than me. She managed to get out of bed when I arrived but hasn’t moved from the sofa since.
“Go shower, you smelly child.” Maggie whacks her with a cushion on her way to the kitchen, making her groan.
“I can feel your porny eyes on me,” she says, muffled against the pillow.
“Porny.” I chuckle.
“Yes.” She leans up on her elbows and looks into the kitchen to see if Maggie’s listening. “I feel honoured you’ve managed to keep your clothes on today.”
“Funny.” I give her a death stare. “How did you get home last night anyway?” I change the subject, not needing a reminder of the night before.
Lucy sighs and covers her face with her forearm. “How do you think?”
“A taxi?”
She peeks out under her arm with a frown.
“Well Ell didn’t drive you that’s for sure. He was just as steaming as you. What happened with Miller?”
“He wanted to film us… you know. But he didn’t ask, I caught the light flashing on the sideboard while he was… doing his thing,” she whispers, pointing to her crotch. “You probably would’ ve loved it.” She smirks at me.
“Oh, give it up already. I was naked for twenty seconds. Stop being judgy!” I roll my eyes. “What an ass though. What was he thinking?”
“I probably overreacted but it pissed me off, Elliot was raged.”
“You told Ell?”
“I tell him everything.”
“Did anything happen when he brought you home last night?”
“Umm, no.”
“That doesn’t sound all that convincing.”
“Girls, can you lay the table? Lunch is ready in ten,” Maggie calls from the kitchen.
Lucy jumps up from the sofa, moving quicker than she has all morning. I glare at her as she whips past me.
The table isn’t as busy as it normally is and that has a lot to do with the fact Vinny isn’t here. I haven’t spoken to him yet and I know I need to, and as much as it upsets me, I know that sometimes I won’t be the one his loyalties lie with.
John sits at the head of the table, with Maggie to his left and Lucy at his right. I sit next to Lucy.
“Good night I gather, girls?” John asks.
“Nina had a great night.” Lucy laughs, shoving a mouthful of cabbage in her mouth.
