“Remember what?” I ask her.
“I vaguely remember that I told him I had a crush on him before I met Oliver, and he ...” She shrugs before cutting herself off.
“He what?” I ask.
“He said something, but I don’t know what. The conversation is hazy.”
“I don’t even think I saw you talking to him.” I frown.
“Oh, that’s right,” she gasps, wide eyed. “I forgot about that.”
“Forgot what?”
“I walked in on him and Taryn,” she says.
“He was with Taryn?” Juliet gasps.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “They were in the laundry room together with the door closed.”
What?
“Were they . . .”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Juliet sips her coffee. “He’s the world’s biggest fuckboy.”
I sit back, annoyed. He’s always told me he doesn’t find Taryn in the least bit attractive.
Ugh ... men are all such liars.
“So what did he say when you told him you had a crush on him?” I ask.
“I don’t remember, and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t.”
“I don’t think he does. He was blind drunk ... we all were,” I reply. “When did you have this conversation, anyway?”
“When we were playing golf.”
“When were we playing golf?” I frown. “I seriously have no recollection of this at all.”
“At one a.m. at the top of your voices,” Juliet snaps. “Honestly, what happened to you guys that night? I came home from work to find Henley asleep in our front garden.”
I bubble up a giggle. “He was?”
“Oh yes.” Chloe nods as she remembers. “He was sitting there watching us play.”
“Who was there?” I ask.
“Carol, Ethel, Winston, Hen, Ant, and Blake, and then Heath and Levi from the Navy House came over too.” Juliet shrugs. “I could hear their voices when you were playing golf, but it was late by then.”
“What the hell were Carol and Ethel and Winston doing playing golf at one in the morning?” I screw up my face in question. “I don’t remember this at all!”
“Being very loud, apparently.”
“I think Blake took you home by then,” Chloe says.
“Why did Blake take me home?”
“You know how he is with you.” Juliet rolls her eyes. “He thinks you’re his little sister that he has to look after all the time.”