Page 29 of Until It Was Love


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“Keep your fucking hands off my fucking sister,” Silas mutters to me while the chef claps her hands and starts telling us about what we’re making tonight. Two cheese courses and flan.

At my request.

“Your sister’s a grown-up and can decide who she does and doesn’t want to spend time with,” I mutter back.

“She doesn’t know aboutyou.”

“You’re being rude. Listen to the instructor.”

He starts to say something else, so I grab a chip, fill it with salsa, and shove it in my mouth.

I get a satisfying crunch in my ears instead of Silas’s voice, and holy hell.

That’s good salsa.

Sweet, but with a kick.

I like it.

Gonna have to run an extra mile to make up for the chips tomorrow though.

Bloody old body that doesn’t burn calories anymore the way it did when I was fifteen.

“Oh, Ilovethe cheese dip here.” Goldie leans into me, her hand on my thigh. “I didn’t see that on the menu. Did you ask her to change it?”

“Yep.”

“Fletcher. That was so sweet of you.”

She’s talking too loudly. Not so loudly that the whole class can hear, but loudly enough that Silas can hear.

There’s definitely something going on there.

We’re all ordered to go wash our hands at various sinks around the space, so we do.

Goldie beats me back to her seat. Silas’s date beats him back too.

I’m still stuck next to the wanker.

But worse—I want to know what he did.

I want to know what he did to Goldie that she’s antagonizing him with me.

And there iszerodoubt in my mind that that’s what’s going on.

I shouldn’t care why. I should care about shredding this cheese that we’re being told to shred into these bowls.

Which I’m doing with enough concentration that I almost miss Porter’s snicker across the way.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” his date says loudly enough for all of us to hear.

“He’s not wrong,” Silas says, bumping into me. “You really can tell who’s got the cheese grating stroke down.”

“Jerking off is healthy,” Crew says.

Loudly.

Isabella, the team photographer, rolls her eyes and shuts her camera off. Shade, my personal paparazzo, as Goldie says, keeps snapping pictures.