“I don’t know. I guess that’ll depend on whether the father wants to know too.” Keren caught her eye and she felt herself colouring.
Sorrell squinted. Unfortunately, she was a trained therapist and usually weirdly good at reading people’s body language. The first trimester had put a bit of a block on this, which had been fortunately, but she was clearly recovering her super powers.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Keren shook her head and checked her phone. Rayah could see that she couldn’t rely on her oldest friend to come to her rescue.
“Nothing.” It was the worst possibly answer.
“There’s no way this is nothing. You’re sleeping with someone. Is it…” There was a loud and insistent banging at the door, drowning out whatever Sorrell was going to say and making the three of them stand up.
The voices that went with the banging were very familiar. Rayah knew each and every one of them well.
“Are you girls ready? The rest are all downstairs in the bar.” It was Zack and he sounded giddy and excited, as he should.
Keren opened the door and four men fell through into the room. Zack, Scott, Jake and Jonny, because Jonny would be there to torment her, dressing in a shirt and smart trousers, his sleeves slightly rolled up showing the starts of the tattoos that covered his arms.
He shot her a grin that made her want to fling herself on him and not bother with the rest of the evening. “You look like you’ve scrubbed up well, Ray,” he said, his eyes telling her exactly how well she had scrubbed up.
“I wish I could say the same about you. You look like you all took inspiration from the same catalogue page.”
“She thinks we’re models.” Jake raised his brows at her, god bless the sibling bond. “I’ll take it as a huge compliment. I don’t get many from my sister’s poisonous tongue. How about you, Jonny? She said anything nice to you recently?”
Just that he has a magic cock, the biggest I’ve ever seen. That he makes me sleep better when he’s with me. That he makes me feel better than any other man ever has.
“She’s commented on my bravery a few times in the past.” Jonny played it well, giving nothing away.
“Probably because you’ve saved her that many times.” Jake looked at her knowingly. “Sometimes I wonder whether there’s a reason she gets herself into positions where she needs saving.”
Jonny’s brows rose, looking directly at her.
Rayah shook her head.
“Come on. I have a baby-free night. I can have at least three drinks before we get to have ten hours of interrupted sleep!” Keren gave her a slight push towards the door and Rayah moved forward. No point arguing with a parent who was off duty for a few hours.
Rayah wasn’tsure how long it had been since she’d been in a nightclub. Probably at least a year, maybe more. And it would more than likely be another year before she stepped foot in one again.
Keren and Scott had gone home, the promise of an unbroken sleep more attractive than dancing next to sweaty bodies far more attractive and to be honest, Rayah could understand why.
“You look like you’d rather be somewhere else.”
She jumped slightly, unaware that someone had been standing close by.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you. Can I get you a drink to apologise?”
The man was tall, fair haired and about the same age as she was, if not a little bit younger. His smile showed off a dimple and had she not been interested in the firefighter who was currently dancing around in the middle of the dancefloor, this would’ve been a sweet end to her night.
“No thanks. I’ve stopped for the night now.” Which was true. But she also didn’t accept drinks from strangers, fully aware that it was a good move to slip something untoward in.
“Shame. I’m Blake, by the way. I was here with some of my colleagues but they’ve disappeared somewhere.”
“I’m Rayah. What do you do?”
The dimple came out again. “It’s really boring. I’m a structural engineer. That’s all you need to know, unless you have insomnia.”
She laughed. Blake seemed confident and not an arse. An unusual combination.
“What do you do, Rayah?”
