“Did you?” I jerk my chin in Declan’s direction.
Her cheeks turn pink. “He’s my ex. It’s not the same.”
I snort. “Bullshit.”
Declan watches our exchange, his eyes bright with interest.
“Can we go now?” I ask.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“You’re coming with us?”
“You aren’t leaving without me.”
“Okay, boss.” I stand and stretch, my muscles sore. Who knew running for your life would make you so tired?
“You should probably grab some clothes too,” Declan tells June. “Unless you want to stay in that dress?”
Her lips thin. “No, I’m ready to get out of this.”
He jerks his head toward the door. “Come on.”
Declan takes the lead, and I bring up the rear. When he reaches for her hand, she lets him. I’m not sure what to think about the contact, especially when June shoots me a furtive glance and blushes. In the end, my opinion doesn’t matter. I have my own problems to deal with.
I sigh. June’s still the same, and yet, so different around Declan. Maybe she’s right about him being her ex, and things aren’t weird between them. Wish I could say the same about me and Xavier. I have no idea what the fuck is going on, other than he thinks I belong to him.
“Where is everyone?” I ask as we descend the grand staircase. The empty foyer greets us with silence.
“Classes,” Declan says.
I scrunch my face. “But the university doesn’t have any scheduled on Saturdays.”
“These classes have nothing to do with the university.”
“Then what are they?”
“That’s privileged information, bride.”
He doesn’t provide any additional details, and I refrain from probing further. It’s not like he’d tell me anyway.
Once we’re outside, my spirits lift. The sun is shining, and the temperature is pleasant. It almost makes me forget what a shitshow my life has become. Almost.
“So, back to X,” June says. “Tell me what you’re going to say to Raven. And make it good.”
I groan. “Why?”
“Because she knows you. You need something that’ll make her understand why you aren’t returning her calls. Or text messages. Or emails. She’s probably lost her shit, you know?”
“Fine.” I blow out a breath. “What the hell am I supposed to say?”
“I’d start by telling her that you hooked up with the guy, and he has a huge dick.”
“Oh my God.”
Declan snorts, and June smacks his chest. He looks down at her and lifts a brow. When she narrows her eyes, his smirk widens.
“I hate both of you,” I say. They ignore me and I roll my eyes, walking faster to keep up, settling next to June. “Any other suggestions that have nothing to do with size, girth, or dicks in general?”
