Oliver walks past me, clapping me on the shoulder. “Give him a break, yeah, Tom?”
Tom grins. “So,” he says, pushing off the wall and stepping closer. I drop the cord on the floor.
“Yes, Tom,” I say, opening my arms wide. “What is it you’d like to know? Just ask me.”
He cocks his head. “You and April?” He lets the question hang in the air.
“Yes,” I confirm, holding his gaze. “Me and April.”
He cocks an eyebrow, curious. “Does Lucas know?”
“Yes.”
“Shit,” he says, clearly not expecting that answer.
“Yes,” I repeat, nodding.
Oliver’s gaze darts between us, a look of amusement spreading across his face.
“How?” Tom asks.
“Well, he figured it out pretty quickly when he showed up on April’s doorstep and found me coming down her staircase in a towel,” I say, a smug grin breaking through.
“Oh,shit!” Tom shouts, pressing a fist to his mouth to stifle his laughter. Even Oliver’s trying to contain his delight. He can’t stand Lucas, so I know this is music to his ears. I can’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at the memory.
Was his unplanned, unannounced arrival at April’s awkward? Definitely. But seeing the look on Lucas’s face … I have to admit, it felt pretty good.
“What did I miss?” Will bursts into the garage, sweaty and out of breath, clutching his guitar case—no amp, no cords.
Oliver raises an eyebrow. “What the hell happened to you?”
Will grins, waggling his eyebrows. “Stayed over at Victoria’s place last night,” he says between pants.
I eye him suspiciously. “Why are you so sweaty?”
“Had to leg it from the station,” he replies, dropping his guitar to the floor.
I shake my head. “I would’ve picked you up, mate.”
“Well, maybe you could have mentioned that!” he shoots back, irritated.
“And how the fuck was I supposed to know? I’m not a bloody mind-reader,” I reply.
Before he can answer, Tom cuts in, “Lucas knows James is shagging April.”
Will’s head snaps to me so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t fall off. “You’re shagging April?”
“Yup,” Tom says, smiling. I roll my eyes.
“I’mdatingApril,” I clarify. Tom wiggles his eyebrows.
“Well done, my man,” Will replies, walking over and clapping me on the shoulder. “So, how’dbrother dearestfind out?” he asks, wide-eyed.
I open my mouth to answer, but Tom beats me to it. Again. “Caught James at April’s place in nothing but a towel.”
Will’s gaze swings to me, and I just shrug.
He beams. “That’s amazing.”
