It’s a shame he’s off-limits.
“Ready?” He switches off the engine and turns to face me.
I pull myself out of my daydreams about Martin and finally look up at where I am.
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“This is the O’Connors’ place!”
“You know them?”
“Shit!”
“Okay, so apparently you know them pretty well. Let’s see…which of those three dickheads is the problem? Ian, Ryan or Nick?”
I shake my head, avoiding the question.
“I don’t know Ian very well, but he doesn’t seem too bad. I can’t say the same about Ryan though – unfortunately, he’s Chris’ boyfriend.”
I turn suddenly towards him. “Really? Ryan O’Connor?”
“Yup.” He rolls his eyes.
“You never told me.”
“I’m hoping that sooner or later he’ll disappear. I also didn’t know you knew him.”
“Ryan and your Chris.”
“She’s not my Chris.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Don’t change the subject. We’ll talk about Dickhead Number Three another time – now I’m just wondering which one is your dickhead…although, by this point, I think I’ve worked it out.”
I sigh, looking at the O’Connors’ front door.
“So, Dickhead Number One, eh? What happened? A bad break-up? Did he cheat on you? Did he leave you for aVictoria’s Secretmodel?”
“Nothing like that.”
“So what’s the problem? Were you secretly in love with him, hoping that sooner or later he’d notice you?”
I turn back to look at him.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Don’t say anything!”
“He’s not the one from the swimming pool, is he?”
“I told you not to say anything!”
“I won’t. But, again: fuck.”
“You’re doing it again!”
