“Electronics,” Rupert says, causing Theo to flash him a glare.
“Electronics?” I question. “Okay, tell me one thing about electronics.”
Rupert clears his throat and says, “They’re transforming almost every aspect of the modern world?—”
“I’m not asking you, Rupert, I’m asking him.” I point to Theo.
“Uh…what he said.” Theo thumbs toward his best friend, eyes wide.
“You know, if you’re going to lie to me—” I start walking away, but Theo quickly stops me.
“Okay, that was a lie, but I am in the family business.”
“And what is that business?”
“You’re not going to believe the truth.”
“Try me.”
He sighs and then says, “Fine, I’m the future Lord Dunebary.”
He’s right, I don’t believe him.
Future Lord of Dunebary…does he think I’m that gullible?
“Well, this has been lovely, but I was on my way to clear my mind, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“I’m serious,” he says, getting in front of me and blocking my path. “I really am.”
“Right, and you know what, I just got an email the other day saying I’m going to be the next queen of England—looks like we’re all moving up in the world. See you in Parliament.” I tip my pretend hat and move as far away from him as possible.
That guy needs to get his head checked.
So glad he knows where I live…
Chapter Nine
THEO
“You should have been quicker with the picture,” I say to Rupert as we sit on the footpath, waiting for Renley to get back from wherever she went.
“Honestly, I thought she’d believe you, because who would lie about being a lord?”
“I don’t know, someone who would lie about being in the family business of electronics. Where the hell did that even come from, by the way?”
Rupert shrugs. “Can’t be sure, just the first thing that came to mind.”
“Well, for the love of God, keep your comments to yourself; I think that set us back.”
“No, the fact that she’s not looking for a fiancé has set us back.”
“Don’t remind me.” I lean back on my hands, staring up at the cloud-covered sky. “The humidity is thicker here. Feels like I actually have to chew my air.”
“Well we are right next to the ocean. The fact that you didn’t rent us an oceanfront property is treason.”
“Yeah, but this house was right next to my fiancée’s, and I thought it would be better.”
“Should have made sure she was going to say yes before booking us here for the summer.”
