are going to be a ton of boys who won’t push you away.’
I knew how empty my words were. There were no words that helped ease the pain of teenage unrequited love, but Hannah hugged me back, appreciating my efforts nonetheless.
‘What’s going on?’ Ellie’s worried voice brought our heads up. She stood in the doorway, her slender arms crossed over her chest, her eyes creased in concern. Her blonde hair was much shorter than it used to be. For weeks after her surgery she’d worn head scarves to cover the patch of hair that had been shaved. As the hair grew in, she’d chopped it all off into a sexy pixie cut that she absolutely hated. It was now chin length and as über chic as Hannah’s.
I felt Hannah tense against me, obviously afraid that I would share the news about her secret crush on the elusive Marco. I sympathized with her. He did sound intriguing. It was bad enough moping after a mysterious African American, Italian American, Scottish Italian hottie, without your annoying family knowing all about it. ‘I was just telling Hannah all about my first love, John, and how he broke my heart. She was giving me a hug to say she was sorry.’
Hannah’s fingers squeezed my waist in thank-you as Ellie’s eyes grew round. ‘You’ve never told me about John.’
Not wanting to actually get into it, I sat up on the bed, pulling Hannah with me. ‘Another time. The smell of food is wafting up the stairs, which means it’s almost ready.’
Ellie looked a little disappointed as she led us out of the room. ‘I know! We’ll have a girls’ night in this month and we can talk about our first loves.’
‘Aren’t you and Joss dating yours?’
Her mouth turned down at the corners. ‘Just yours, then?’
I grimaced. ‘Sounds like a real good time.’
‘Every time you hang out with Hannah, you get a little more sarcastic. I’m banning you from her company.’
Hannah grinned happily at the thought that she might have influenced me, and I couldn’t help but laugh, affection filling my chest with warmth. ‘Only wild horses, Ellie. Only wild horses.’
Once we were seated around the table, Elodie clucked around us, making sure we all had what we needed.
‘Are you sure you don’t want any more gravy, Jo?’ she asked, the gravy boat hovering precariously in the air in her light grasp.
I smiled around a potato and shook my head.
‘Cole?’
‘No, thank you, Mrs Nichols.’
He made my heart hurt with his beautiful manners, and I nudged him with an elbow, grinning at him. Cole flicked me a look that clearly said, ‘You’re such an idiot’ and continued to eat.
‘What were you and Hannah talking about in her room for so long?’ Elodie asked as she settled back in her seat at the end of the table. Clark sat at the opposite end. Ellie, Adam, Joss and Braden sat across from me, while I was between Cole and Hannah, and Declan was on Cole’sother side. I could tell Elodie was pretending she didn’t really care what we had been talking about but in truth was dying to know.
‘Books,’ Hannah and I answered in unison, causing Clark to chuckle.
‘I’m guessing it wasn’t about books.’ Adam threw Hannah a boyish smile and she blushed. These girls and their susceptibility to a roguish Scotsman … I was suddenly thankful Malcolm wasn’t the least bit roguish. All that angst and drama?
Does he like me, doesn’t he? Is he just flirting?
No, thank you!
‘How cannily deduced, Adam.’ Braden’s mouth twitched as he took a sip of coffee.
Joss smiled around her fork.
Adam shot an unimpressed look down the table at his friend. ‘I think we need to come up with a child-friendly phrase for f-u-c-k off.’
‘Duck off?’ Cole suggested.
‘Exactly.’ Adam gestured with his fork. ‘Braden, duck off, you sarcastic dastard.’
Ellie giggled. ‘Dastard?’
‘ “Bastard” with a “D”,’ Hannah supplied helpfully.
Clark’s laugh was cut short by Elodie’s huff of outrage. ‘Hannah Nichols.’
I knew how empty my words were. There were no words that helped ease the pain of teenage unrequited love, but Hannah hugged me back, appreciating my efforts nonetheless.
‘What’s going on?’ Ellie’s worried voice brought our heads up. She stood in the doorway, her slender arms crossed over her chest, her eyes creased in concern. Her blonde hair was much shorter than it used to be. For weeks after her surgery she’d worn head scarves to cover the patch of hair that had been shaved. As the hair grew in, she’d chopped it all off into a sexy pixie cut that she absolutely hated. It was now chin length and as über chic as Hannah’s.
I felt Hannah tense against me, obviously afraid that I would share the news about her secret crush on the elusive Marco. I sympathized with her. He did sound intriguing. It was bad enough moping after a mysterious African American, Italian American, Scottish Italian hottie, without your annoying family knowing all about it. ‘I was just telling Hannah all about my first love, John, and how he broke my heart. She was giving me a hug to say she was sorry.’
Hannah’s fingers squeezed my waist in thank-you as Ellie’s eyes grew round. ‘You’ve never told me about John.’
Not wanting to actually get into it, I sat up on the bed, pulling Hannah with me. ‘Another time. The smell of food is wafting up the stairs, which means it’s almost ready.’
Ellie looked a little disappointed as she led us out of the room. ‘I know! We’ll have a girls’ night in this month and we can talk about our first loves.’
‘Aren’t you and Joss dating yours?’
Her mouth turned down at the corners. ‘Just yours, then?’
I grimaced. ‘Sounds like a real good time.’
‘Every time you hang out with Hannah, you get a little more sarcastic. I’m banning you from her company.’
Hannah grinned happily at the thought that she might have influenced me, and I couldn’t help but laugh, affection filling my chest with warmth. ‘Only wild horses, Ellie. Only wild horses.’
Once we were seated around the table, Elodie clucked around us, making sure we all had what we needed.
‘Are you sure you don’t want any more gravy, Jo?’ she asked, the gravy boat hovering precariously in the air in her light grasp.
I smiled around a potato and shook my head.
‘Cole?’
‘No, thank you, Mrs Nichols.’
He made my heart hurt with his beautiful manners, and I nudged him with an elbow, grinning at him. Cole flicked me a look that clearly said, ‘You’re such an idiot’ and continued to eat.
‘What were you and Hannah talking about in her room for so long?’ Elodie asked as she settled back in her seat at the end of the table. Clark sat at the opposite end. Ellie, Adam, Joss and Braden sat across from me, while I was between Cole and Hannah, and Declan was on Cole’sother side. I could tell Elodie was pretending she didn’t really care what we had been talking about but in truth was dying to know.
‘Books,’ Hannah and I answered in unison, causing Clark to chuckle.
‘I’m guessing it wasn’t about books.’ Adam threw Hannah a boyish smile and she blushed. These girls and their susceptibility to a roguish Scotsman … I was suddenly thankful Malcolm wasn’t the least bit roguish. All that angst and drama?
Does he like me, doesn’t he? Is he just flirting?
No, thank you!
‘How cannily deduced, Adam.’ Braden’s mouth twitched as he took a sip of coffee.
Joss smiled around her fork.
Adam shot an unimpressed look down the table at his friend. ‘I think we need to come up with a child-friendly phrase for f-u-c-k off.’
‘Duck off?’ Cole suggested.
‘Exactly.’ Adam gestured with his fork. ‘Braden, duck off, you sarcastic dastard.’
Ellie giggled. ‘Dastard?’
‘ “Bastard” with a “D”,’ Hannah supplied helpfully.
Clark’s laugh was cut short by Elodie’s huff of outrage. ‘Hannah Nichols.’
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