Clara: I’m going round after the school run.
Hannah:Freya Collins blink twice if you’ve been murdered.
Clara:OR if you’re still in bed with him.
I snort loudly.
Rory raises an eyebrow. “What?”
I turn the screen toward him. “These lunatics.”
He squints at the messages for a second. Then a slow grin spreads across his face. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“They’re invested.”
“You have no idea.”
He leans back slightly, clearly amused. “So what exactly are they asking?”
I scroll down. “Oh, you know. Whether I’m alive. Whether you’ve kidnapped me. Whether I’m physically capable of walking this morning.”
His grin widens. “That last one seems like a valid question.”
I smack his arm lightly. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late.”
Another message appears.
Hannah:Freya if you don’t answer in ten seconds I’m calling you.
Clara:We deserve details.
Hannah:GRAPHIC details.
I laugh again. “They want a full report.”
“Do they now?”
“Apparently.”
He leans closer, glancing at the screen again. “Well,” he says casually, “I’m flattered.”
“You should be terrified.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve disappointed half the mums in Oakwood by sleeping with me. If they find out, they’ll probably riot.”
He chuckles. “That seems fair.”
I type quickly.
Freya:Girls! Calm down. I’m alive.
Three typing bubbles appear instantly.
