Page 11 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

“What? What do you mean? I’m quite sure that, when you talked about him, the L word was involved,” I say.

Georgia waves her hand in dismissal. “I got the L words mixed up. I might have accidentally usedlovewhen I meantlustorloser. Turned out that Fabio was a three-timing Latino slut. He had a girlfriend on three different continents. Prick.”

“No! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Eh, I just found out this week. I figured I’d tell you in person. It’s not a big deal.” She shrugs.

“But you really liked him. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m over it,” she says nonchalantly. “He was fun for the summer, but it would have never lasted anyway.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’ll never meet him.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wouldn’t have been able to call him by his name without laughing.” I snicker.

“It is a pretty lame name.” She giggles. “A lame name for a lame-ass loser. It’s for the best. He had a tiny penis anyway.”

I snort, almost spitting the sangria out of my mouth at the same time. “Oh my God, George,” I say through laughter. “I thought things were great in that department?”

“They were decent. I mean, you know, it’s not the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean anyway. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to mention it now. It was really small.” She cringes.

The two of us laugh loudly, and I sneak a look toward Loïc to find him shaking his head with a grin.

Georgia addresses him, “Nothing you have to worry about. Londy tells me that everything is amazing for you both.” She gives him a playful wink.

“Stop!” I protest with a smile. “You need to work on your topics-of-conversation boundaries.”

“What? It’s nothing that Loïc doesn’t already know.” She grins in her classic innocent yet mischievous way.

“That’s not the point. Seriously.” I chuckle. “So, anyway, your last year going well?”

“Yeah, it is.” She nods.

Loïc ventures into the conversation. “So, London says you’re in the environmental science program?”

“Yeah, I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with the degree once I have it, but I’m hoping that I can do something that will have a positive impact on the environment. Maybe work for an agency or as a lobbyist.”

“That’s cool.” Loïc nods.

“Thanks,” Georgia says.

Conversation is halted by the sound of Georgia’s intercom.

“Ooh, they’re here! I’ll go buzz them in!” she says brightly. She places her glass of sangria down on the table and heads inside.

“How are you doing?” I ask Loïc, placing my hand on his knee.

“I’m fine, babe.” He smiles.

“You ready to meet the parents?”

“Sure.”

“They’re going to love you.” I squeeze his knee.

“So you keep telling me,” he replies, his lips turn up into a smirk.

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