They laughed at what that might look like. Louisa made him a sandwich,too.
“Let’s compromise and call it a grilled cheese on toast,” Rafeproposed.
“Deal.”
The sandwich hit the spot more than the tea biscuits, the biscuits that Eamonn presumably dropped off.Just to be nice. Flatmates can be nice without it meaning anythingmore.
“What did you mean before, Louisa, when you said ‘maybe it’s for thebest?’”
“I reckon that Eamonn is still getting overhim.”
“Who?”
“Nathan.”
“The actor?” Rafe asked, thinking of the awkward silence from last night. “Was it a bad break-up?”
Louisa shook her head yes. “It’s why friends should never date. Only shag, like Heath and me.” She wiped a stray piece of cheese from her lips. “But Eamonn isn’t the casual type. He can be quite theromantic.”
Like me, Rafe wanted to say. But it wouldn’t betrue.
Not on thiscontinent.
