“The triplets hate me, and I fell in love with one of their best friends,” I tell Daph.
“Your roommate?”
“Yes.”
She watches me carefully. “Does he hate you too?”
“He should.”
“No one should hate you.”
I grimace. “I—I broke up with him last night. I mean, we weren’t technically dating, but we’re definitely not now, because I told him it’s over.”
“Why?”
“Because I—because he—he deserves so much better, Daphne.”
“Margot Francesca Merriweather-Brown, how fucking dare you.”
“Francesca? That’s what the F stands for?” Oliver says as he sets a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, fruit, and bacon on my coffee table, complete with napkin and silverware.
“You didn’t know Margot’s middle name?” Bea calls from the kitchen.
“I always thought the F was forfucking. Because she’sMargot Fucking Merriweather-Brown,” Oliver replies.
Daphne giggles, tries to stifle it, and then giggles again. “You did not.”
“He’s really obnoxious now,” I tell her. “Annoyingly obnoxious.”
“Oh, no, not annoyingly.” She grins. “Just the right amount. I freaking love it.”
“Want me to kick them out?” Bea asks me.
I shake my head, then wince.
Head hurts.
Rhys would—fuck.
Rhys would’ve already handed me painkillers. He would’ve seen it before I did.
Because he’s a million times better of a person than I am.
And now my eyes are watering again.
Bea appears with a mug. “Fresh tea,” she says as she hands it to me. “Peppermint.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Daph grabs the plate and forks up a bite of eggs, but she doesn’t eat them.
She waits until after I’ve taken a sip of tea, and then she tries to feed me. “Eat. And then we’re talking more.”
“I don’t deserve you either,” I whisper.
“You have ten seconds to tell me what the ever-loving hell you did to make you think you’re a terrible person before I’m stealing your phone and finding another way to get answers.”
I don’t think she could crack the passcode on my phone, but it’s Daphne.
