I look back at Brelly.


    “Yes,” Thomas replies. “And?”


    Brielle shakes her head in denial. “Anyway.”


    “Tell them.” I point at her.


    “No.” Sheughs stupidly.


    “Tell us what?” star demands.


    “She likes him.” I grin.


    “Ohh,” the boys collectively chime and we allugh out loud.


    “Now we are getting somewhere.” Thomas smiles broadly.


    Brielle holds her two fingers up in a pinching symbol and squints. “Little bit,” she whispers.


    “He’s old.” Iugh.


    The boys both look at me. “How old?” star asks.


    “He’s not old,” Brielle snaps.


    “Tell us woman. How fucking old?” Thomas yells and we all burst intoughter again.


    “He has a daughter who is fifteen.” She sips her wine. “He’s thirty-eight” she blurts out.


    “That is not old.” star points his ss at Brielle.


    “Only an old person would say that,” Thomas yells and we allugh as Thomas and I clink sses.


    Our attention turns to star. “How old are you, anyway?” I ask.


    “Old enough to know better.” starughs and he and Thomas clink sses. The wine sloshes over


    the sides of their sses. Oh, man, we are all very drunk. This conversation and wine ss clinking is


    getting out of hand.


    “Anyway.” She waves her ss around in the air, pauses and hups. “So there is a lot of…” She


    hesitates. “Chemistry going on.”N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    The boys smile broadly and star picks up my hand and kisses the back of it without thinking. My


    eyes linger on his face a little too long and he nces over at me, raising a brow in question. I shake my


    head. For heaven’s sake, Emerson, stop openly swooning over this guy. You’re getting embarrassing.


    “The other night he was supposed to be away,” Brielle continues.


    “Aha.”


    “And when I went to check on the kids, I saw something in his bedroom.”


    Thomas puts his hands over his eyes. “Don’t tell me he was doing the deed with someone else?”


    Brielle shakes her head and takes a huge gulp of her wine. “Nope.”


    star’s eyes dance with mischief as he listens.


    “He was naked.”


    “Naked,” Thomas repeats and star smirks.


    “And…” I shriek.


    Brielle puts her hands over her eyes. “And he was pulling himself.”


    “I told you he was a wanker.” starughs as he ps his hand onto the table and we all erupt into


    ughter.


    “And what did you do?” Thomas asks in shock.


    “I stood there and watched. When he saw me watching, he kept going.”


    “He kept going!” The boys both shriek. star and Thomas high five each other.


    “You dirty, dirty girl,” Thomas yells.


    “Is Em this dirty, Star?” He points to me with his ss.


    “Filthy.” star smirks and we allugh.


    Brielle puts one hand over her eyes in horror and I grab her hand over the table as I giggle.


    “And then what happened?” I ask.


    “And then we have been weird ever since and he went out on a date. Then I idently-on-purpose


    booby trapped his next date and told her about another date,” she says in a rush to get it all out.


    The table falls silent and I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself fromughing.


    Thomas goes into a serious thinking pose. “There is only one thing to do,” he replies seriously in that


    strong Irish ent as he narrows his eyes.


    We all lean into the table to hear his solution. “What?” she asks. “I need help. This is a disaster.”


    “You should take me home and fuck me like an animal, really, really loudly so he can hear.”


    The table erupts intoughter again.


    “Hell, and just to be nice, you can do me on his bed if you want while he watches.”


    star raises his ss in a toast motion and we all join in. “To Thomas, forever the gentleman and


    willing to take one for the team.”


    We all in fits ofughter as we repeat. “To Thomas, for taking one for the team.”