Page 125 of Almost Ours

I don’t look at him. “Nothing.”

“Bollocks.”

“Leave it alone.”

“You were practically on top of each other.”

“We weren’t.”

“Josh.”

“Ewan.”

He studies my face for a few seconds. “You were going to kiss her, weren’t you?”

“Shut up.” I bite out. “Shut up right now.”

“Oh my God.”

“Will you keep your fucking voice down?”

“You were!”

“Ewan.”

His grin is enormous. “After all that ‘we’re mates’ shit—”

“I will put you through the fucking wall.”

“You’re pissed because I interrupted you.”

“I’m pissed because you kicked my front door into the wall.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

Ruby pushes past before I can kill him, sleeves pushed up and hands freshly washed. Her gaze flicks between the two of us, suspicious, but thankfully she’s got bigger concerns because Abi is lying on the sofa looking as though she’s about to cry.

“I’ve washed my hands,” Ruby announces. Her voice is brisk, no-nonsense, although the way she keeps flexing her fingers tells a slightly different story. She’s trying to act like she isn’t fazed by any of it but she’s bluffing. That girl doesn’t want to do this. But I’m not saving her, because I really would smash my head against brick then help.

I’ve never claimed to be any kind of knight.

“Right,” Brooke continues to read out the instructions. “You need to get close and try and find it.”

Ruby looks like she might throw up. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Ruby!” Abi cries. “You need to.”

“I’m sorry!”

“You just washed your hands!”

“I know!”

“You volunteered! You can’t back out.”

Ruby shakes her head, all wide-eyed. “I’m not backing out. I’m... I think I’m panicking?”

“That is the same thing!”