Who was I kidding?He’d fucked me like an animal anyway.
Those dirty thoughts evaporated when I swiped through Zolt’s account — past all I’d already stalked — and saw a picture of him and Imre. My one-night-stand stood a few inches above my donor, his arm around his shoulders as they smiled at the camera. Then, another where they were hugging in the background.
Gross.
Imre best do as I’d asked and not tell anyone we were related. Even if they seemed friendly.
Another swipe stopped my breathing.
Zoltán was still in the background, but this time his hands were all over a petite redhead in his old team’s colours.
I squinted, trying to see her better. There was something about the exact strawberry shade of her hair that I recognised. With my finger and thumb, I zoomed in, avoiding his hold on her, instead going for her beaming face.
Livie huffed as she collapsed on the sofa, kicking off her slides and dragging the blanket beside me to cuddle. “Was he an asshole?”
I tried to hide my screen, but she’d already seen my research.
“That’s why you left, right?” she said around a yawn. “Because he’s a wanker. He was in a foul mood when I met with him.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I know you needed me to—”
She waved a lazy hand. “He understands enough, and the schedule you made for him, he really appreciated. He asked me to thank you.” When I didn’t stop chewing my lip, she said, “And you’ll be there tomorrow to screen what he says.”
Maybe I should have spoken to Imre in Hungarian. To get the practice in.
I unlocked my phone and stared in horror.
“What?” Livie asked, frowning.
The red heart mocked me, bright on the screen.
“I… I just…”Liked his photo from two years ago?
This is why I shouldn’t be nosy and zoom in on pretty girls that I was definitely not jealous of!
Oh my shit.
I turned the phone to show her.
Her expression didn’t change for a moment, then her eyes widened, and she pursed her lips to stop from laughing. “Liking a photo of him and his girlfriend? Nice move, little Bacque.”
If I threw my phone in the pool, would it take back the last five minutes of activity?
If I changed my username and picture to something like feet pics, would he realise it was me?
No, he would because we’d messaged.
There was no going back.
Nix silently walked into the living room and handed Livie a peppermint tea before pulling a chair up beside her. He looked tired. “Avia’s still not asleep. I’ve been trying for two hours. Ever’s taken over.”
“Fia’s just liked Zoltán’s picture from two years ago.”
He nodded and grimaced. “Yeah, you’ve got it worse.”
“What do I do?”
“Be honest about it,” Nix said and took one of Livie’s feet to massage.
