I pick up my phone and check it again. He still hasn’t called. In my desperate mind I want to message
star and tell him I’m thinking about him and wish him goodnight… but why drag myself through the
mud any further? A little voice thates from my stupid heart keeps reminding me maybe he may not be
married-that maybe he really did care as much as he seemed to during our night together. The logical
part of my brain keeps over ruling, however. Who would have called him in the middle of the night other
than a partner? Why else would he get up and leave me like that? Why hasn’t he called at all? He isn’t
thinking about me or he would be here now.
“Are you getting the chocte and caramel?” I ask Brielle as I stare through the frosted ss cab. It’s
Wednesday night and I am in the ice cream parlor with Hank and Brielle. Hank has been beautiful to me
this week while I have been down, and I just know that the girl who gets him is going to be one lucky
bitch.
“Yes, what are you getting?”
“Mocha and macadamia crunch.”
“Mmm, yum. Let’s sit near the window.” She gestures to the seat near the front of the shop.
“So, tell me why we are here again?” I ask as I take my seat next to the two of them.
“Spying.”
I frown. “On who?”
She narrows her eyes as she looks out the window to the restaurant across the road. “Julian has a date
tonight.” I smirk. “So?”
Hank narrows his eyes as he stares toward the restaurant.
She licks her ice cream angrily. “So… I want to see what this Bernadette with the toffee voice looks
like.”
“Ugh, you so like him now.” I roll my eyes. “You’re actually admitting it?”
“No, this is…” She hesitates as she thinks of an answer. “I’m checking on him for the kids.”
Hank smirks into his ice cream as he licks it. I smile broadly and shake my head. “That’s a deplorable
lie and you know it. Did he tell you he had a date?”
She shakes her head. “No, the girl… woman… whatever she is, rang and left a message with me
asking me to tell him that she had changed the restaurant for tonight. Apparently, his phone was switched
off and she couldn’t reach him.”
I nod as I peer through the window. “What did he say when you gave him the message?”
“He seemed… ufortable.”
I smile.
“What?” She frowns.
“I love it when you know something that they don’t think you know.”
She nods and clinks her ice cream with mine. “Same here.”
“Tell me about the concert?” Brielle asks Hank.
Hank smiles proudly and I join him. “Hank kissed a girl.”
“What?” Brielle whispers as she widens her eyes. “This is great. Did you get to second base?”
“No.” He screws up his face.
We sit in silence for a moment. “Have you heard from star?” she asks me.
It’s my turn to violently lick my ice cream this time. “Nope.”
“Hmm. What did he actually say to you again?”
“He said that he wasn’t married and that he was annoyed at the insinuation.” She frowns. “He’s a bit
up himself, isn’t he?”
“Totally,” I reply tly. I begin to get the strobe light sensation in my eyes again and I grip the edge of
the table to hold my bnce. The white light flickers and then it stops suddenly. I frown. What the heck isContent is property of N?velDrama.Org.
this?
“I still think an old girlfriend poked his eye out with a pencil.” She smirks. I regain my equilibrium
and look up, nobody seemed to notice what just happened, so maybe it’s just stress? “Wouldn’t surprise
me, I might do the other one yet.”
Shit, I need to go to a doctor about this.
“And then what?” she asks.
I shrug, annoyed. “Nothing. I haven’t heard from him at all.” She frowns deep in thought. “And you
like him?”
“I thought I did.”
She smirks. “Hot sex?”
“Stupid hot.”
“I want to know more about this tequ undressing game.” Hank smirks.
“Maybe you can y it with him some time,” I reply deadpan as I roll my eyes as I look to the
restaurant across the road. “What time was their dinner booked?” I ask.
“Seven.”
I look at my watch. “It’s 9. 30pm Maybe they have already gone.” Brielle narrows her eyes as she
peers across the road.
“Hey, if you’re here with us, where are the kids?” I frown.
“Sleepovers.”
“Hmm, sneaky.” I smirk.