“Why’s that?” I turned my head to look at him.
He shrugged. “Because it doesn’t work.”
I didn’t press any more. There was a story there, but Shay wouldn’t ever mention anything about any relationships that he might’ve had, or not had.
“What’s Georgia like?” Imogen smiled at the waiter as he headed off, more food and a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea ordered. “I’ve only seen her briefly this week.”
“She’s really good. I think she’s going to be a huge asset to the department.” I was pretty much quoting Jackson.
Immy frowned. “What’s she like as a person? She has the most amazing hair.”
“What’s it like?” Maven asked.
This was such a girl question.
I could answer it, but probably not in the way Imogen was going to.
“Really long and thick. And it’s this gorgeous dark ginger colour.” She looked at me. “She seems really serious.”
“I suppose she is.” I’d seen her smile a few times and relax more as the week had gone on, and caught her lighting up at her phone when a message had come through.
“Is she married or single?” Immy was gossip hunting now.
“I don’t know.”
“How can you not know? You’ve been working with her for a week in the same office.” She sounded incredulous.
“Because… because… I don’t think she likes talking about her personal life.” It was true. I hadn’t gotten the vibes that she wanted to talk about herself. “She isn’t wearing a wedding ring though.”
“But you noticed that?”
I was pretty sure Imogen should’ve gone into prosecution.
“We’ve been working together. She doesn’t wear any rings; I’d have noticed them when we were going through files.” I’d looked. Without thinking about it, I’d looked.
“Maybe we should organise a girls’ night or something,” Imogen said.
The idea of it filled me with horror.
“What would that involve?” Shay sat up a bit straighter. “I’ve always wanted to be invited to a girls’ night.”
“The reason why you’ve not is in its name.” Maven rolled her eyes. “And whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t like that.”
He narrowed his eyes. “But…”
“If anyone of your fuckbuddies have told you that we sit around wearing skimpy pyjamas, braiding each other’s hair, they were just trying to get you in the mood.” Maven shook her head at him. “I may have described the same thing to an ex.”
It was Shay’s turn to look disgusted. “Do I need to murder that ex?”
“No.” Maven dragged out the syllable. “Just the last one. You should know that when we do have a girls’ night, we discuss penis sizes, compare experiences, complain about men and evaluate the best vibrators. So, if you’ve pissed off a couple of your nurses, then be warned: they’ll have compared notes.”
Shay didn’t looked worried.
“You playing tomorrow?” He looked at me.
I nodded, thankful to move the conversation away from Georgia, although as we started talking more about Eli’s recent run of form, my mind stayed on her.
I woketo the vibrating of my phone.
