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I shriek and leap out of hisp. Or I try to, I trip over my own feet and get caught by Bemy’s hand in
the edge of my top. Bemy tries to catch me but we both end up overbncing and the chair tips over.
We bothnd hard, sprawled on the floor. Bemy manages to slip a hand behind my head as we fall
so at least I don’t break my skull. Bemy groans as I sit up and I realise Inded hard elbowing him in
the stomach. I jump up.
“Sorry!” He sits up and rights his chair. Megan is in the doorway and is frozen. I make eye contact with
her. I’m sure I must be tomato red and I can’t believe that just happened. Megan bursts outughing.
Sheughs so hard that I can see tears in her eyes. Bemy can’t help but join in.
“You guys!” I whine but I can’t help but smile and I try to resist the desire to giggle. Megan throws
herself into the recliner Bemy moved in for me as she manages to calm herself.
“Oh I needed that. I was going toe apologise for falling asleep and ditching you, but it seems like
you were having plenty of fun without me.” She smiles at me. A real smile and while I’m stillpletely
embarrassed, I’m d to see her smile, even if it is at my expense. Bemy answers cheerfully.
“You haven’t been asleep that long, you sure you don’t want to head back to bed? I’m happy to keep
Ryannpany for as long as I need to.” He winks.
“Bemy!” His namees out in a shriek of outrage. Megan rolls her eyes.
“Oh yeah, I can clearly see how much you were suffering with herpany, but nope. I think I’m going
to stick close to Ryann from now on. Together twenty four seven, sleepovers every night. I’m just so
distraught you see. I can’t bear to be alone. Not only did I lose. my fiancé but my brother has been
keeping secrets from me. Clearly you can’t be trusted. I’ll have to keep a VERY close eye on you and
watch out for my best friend. Unless of course you can make it up to me somehow.” Megan flutters her
eyes at Bemy and tries to fake an innocent expression like she isn’t threatening to keep me away
from him. Bemy grabs my hand and pulls me into his side, wrapping an arm around my waist. He
narrows his eyes at his sister.
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“Just try it, I’ll just have to hang around you both. ALL. THE TIME.” he responds dare. I push his arm off
me and step away, hands on my hips. They might be joking but
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there’s an edge to both of them that tells me that they’re both just a little bit serious.
“I’m not a toy for you to pass back and forth. Megan, just tell him if you’re mad, don’t drag me into it.
Bemy, don’t be so defensive. You know she won’t really do it. Just apologise to her properly so we
can all move past this as much as we can.” I demand. Both Bemy and Megan look at me with
identical expressions of guilt. Never have they looked more like twins than they do at this moment.
Megan mutters an apology to me and Bemy sends me a pleading expression as he holds out his
hand. I sigh and take it as he turns back to his sister who is still lounging in the recliner. I can see she is
stiff and ufortable, now that she’s rested a bit her anger is kicking in. Bemy takes a deep breath
and I squeeze his hand in
encouragement.
“Megan I’m sorry I didn’t tell you my concerns about Tristan sooner. I was worried you wouldn’t believe
me and that you might choose trusting him over me. I should have had more faith in you and your
judgement. I will try to be more honest in the future.” He inhales a deep breath and I realise he said all
that in one go. He is tense and holding my hand tightly.
This really is difficult for him. He nces at me and I give him an encouraging smile. Megan sighs and
copses back in the chair.
“Alright, alright, I forgive you. I guess given how badly things turned out I can see how you might
mistrust my judgement at the very least. I don’t think I’ll be dating again for a while. Thankyou for
apologising Bels.” She sighs then sits up.
“So, ideas for dinner? I’m thinking some horribly greasy unhealthy takeout. Thoughts
anyone?”
While Bemy and Megan figure out food, I grab my phone and call Darrien. His voice is rough, I’ve
clearly woken him.
“Is she alright? Do you need me?” He sounds anxious and a little out of it.
“She’s just fine. We’re about to order dinner. This is me inviting you, my friend, to dinner. Not asking
you toe work since we aren’t going out. Be here in twenty?” I don’t want to only spend time
together when he’s technically working, and I think Megan will appreciate that he’sing to hang out
when he really doesn’t have to. Darrien gives a halfugh.
“I’ll be there in ten.” He replies then hangs up without saying goodbye. I return to the office
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where Bemy is using an app to order food.
“I invited Darrien for dinner. It will be nice to hang out when none of us are working for once.” Bemy
gives me a knowing smile. Sure, Megan isn’t likely to be ready for a new rtionship for a while, but it
is still a good idea for Megan to be surrounded with people who support her. Plus, if all goes to n,
Darrien can use this time to get closer with her so that when she IS ready he will be the obvious choice.
I know I already gave her some pretty obvious clues but I haven’t specifically said he is her fate, she
could assume they’re meant to be friends or just that I trust him. Either way, I don’t want her to end up
dating someone else and start this whole problem over again. Megan looks a bit confused. Like it never
urred to her that he might want to be invited. I think she is stuck in her view of him as a paid guard
and hasn’t realised how far above and beyond that he really is. I tilt my head and fal
confusion.
“What? He’s our friend isn’t he?” I prompt. Megan shrugs.
“I suppose so, but he spends almost all day with me pretty much every day. He might be sick
of me by now.” She points out. I can’t hold in the short burst ofughter that escapes me. I’m
fairly sure Darrien would be thrilled to spend literally every moment with Megan if he
thought he could get away with it.
“Megan, no one could ever be sick of you.”
Darrien arrives in under six minutes. I know because I check my phone call history when he
arrives to see if I had the time wrong. He lets himself in. He apparently has a key to the house. Megan
is apparently almost never ready on time and Bemy felt bad letting him wait outside in bad weather
because his sister was still half dressed and couldn’t answer the door. We move to the rarely used
living room. Megan drops into the single remaining recliner and Bemy guides me to the couch and
sits beside me. Darrien searches the room turning in
contusion.
“Wasn’t there a second recliner in here this morning?” Hements.