“What?” Quincy says to his husband. “If you dumped me the way Jake dumped Bea—the versionIheard, which I know isn’t the version that Jake’s sharing—I’d absolutely show up to your next installation opening with your favorite actor on my arm.”
“No, you wouldn’t, because Liv Daniels isn’t your type.”
Quincy gasps. “How dare you. You know I would be straight for revenge.”
“I bloody love this town,” Simon murmurs.
“Best place on earth,” I agree. “Usually.”
“All you need to do is replace the cheese shop with a kebab restaurant, and it would be perfect.”
I mock gasp. “The cheese shop issacred. No one disses the cheese shop.”
“I will.”
“No wonder Lana never married you.”
He tips his head back and laughs, and once again, the conversations that had picked up around us go quiet.
And I get it.
I don’tlikehim, but I don’t dislike him either.
He’s charming in his own way. Magnetic, if you’re prone to falling for that.
Which I’m not.
I refuse to be.
I put my napkin on the table. “Will you excuse me for a minute? I need to run to the ladies’ room.”
“Of course.”
“Don’t wait for me if the bread gets here. I can hear your stomach growling.”
“I believe I can survive another five minutes.” He rises as I rise, and heat floods my face as Quincy murmurs, “Manners are soswoon.”
They really are.
And that’s why I need a little escape.
Just a tad bit of breathing room.
And then I’ll face the rest of the night.
10
THERE’S AN ISSUE IN THE LOO
Simon
Bea Best is a remarkablycharming companion, made more remarkable as she flashes those dimples at me before she turns and strides out of the room and toward the hallway.
I quickly retake my seat so as to hide my once again overactive, backstabbing cock from view.
Watching her hips swing in that dress as she leaves the room does things to my body.
She has a lovely arse.
