“Go on, kiss your man goodbye,” she muttered as she turned back to her desk and shuffled a few papers into a pile.
My sweet puppy blushed, but he dashed over to me and pecked me on the lips when I bent down to meet him. I cupped his nape and gave him a little squeeze.
“Bye, Puppy. See you later.”
I’d barely left her office when someone called my name.
“Lew, hey!”
Ollie hurried down the stairs of the newly renovated building that still smelled of freshly cut wood and the lingering traces of paint.
With Maddie’s help, Lone Fox made more money than ever. And Fitz had hinted at a lump sum Ilwyn Hall had invested inthe business to help his grandson and his wife. The Old Fox had taken to Madeline.
“Ollie, hi. How are you, mate?”
Fuck, I still felt his brother’s lips on mine.
He looked exhausted.
“Yeah, I’m okay. You?”
“You sure? You look dead on your feet. I’m”—I’m in love with your brother and want to marry him—“fine.”
Ollie fiddled with his clipboard.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
“Ollie? What’s wrong?”
His eyes darted up at me, then he hastily looked away. I recognised that look.
“Oh shit, did you cave and go to see him?”
“What? No, I—” he was decidedly not looking at me.
“You’re still seeing that asshole, Ollie?” I hissed. “After everything he did to you? ”
Arden, a former colleague of Ollie’s, had walked all over my best mate, broken his heart and then ditched him. I hated that cunt, and if he ever came near me I hoped he was a good runner. Gods, Iknewthat he had gone to see him the other day.
“That’s, no, that’s not what it is.”
“I fucking hope it’s not. Did you forget what that cunt did to you? You can do so much better.”
He fidgeted on the spot. Ollie’s behaviour reminded me so much of Noah when I mentioned Bali.
They are both terrible liars.
“Did ye go to see him? Last time he—”
“Dropped me like a hot potato. Yeah, I know. He just wanted to talk,” he said evasively.
“And fuck you and ghost you again after a few hookups,” I grumbled.
Ollie looked hurt.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry, mate.” I reached out and palmed his shoulder. “You know I am not saying this to hurt you. Fuck, sorry. I just worry about you. You deserve—”
