Only, he doesn’t introduce anyone else; he just sits in the chair next to me.
‘Dr Honey.’ He’s all bright, knowing eyes and warm smiles, and I suddenly want to cry from relief.
‘Dr Honey?’ Rory repeats with a frown. ‘That’s a bit forward, arsewipe.’
‘Well, it’s all your fault,’ Fin interjects, turning to him. ‘You were the one who started the whole bee conversation in the first place.’
‘Plus, I don’t know her real name yet.’ No one could miss the way Kit’s voice purrs, his gaze lingering on my lips. ‘But I will.’
The threat and the promise seem to escape no one, save maybe Rory, who apparently can’t see the wood for the trees. Even if one particular tree is hitting on me. I can feel Fin’s gaze burning questions into the side of my head. I know at some point she’ll try to force a conversation, but for now, I’ll just bluster my way through dinner, avoiding trips to the bathroom so she can’t corner me.
‘Where’s this bloke?’ This from Rory. ‘Is he gonna be late?’
‘I never said I was bringing someone; I just said I was interested in somebody.’ Kit’s arm is somehow resting across the back of my chair, and I almost jump as his fingers begin caressing the back of my neck. ‘Very interested, actually.’
‘Suppose that’s something,’ Rory replies, flipping open his menu. ‘It also means we don’t have to wait. Whatcha havin’, titch?’
Titch doesn’t answer as she looks across the table at Kit and me.
Very suspiciously.
Great.
