Page 5 of Not That Impossible

I leaned up and said, “Come on, man. Have some class. Your poor wife. How is she going to feel? How could you do this?”

He tilted his head. “Do what?”

The noise that came out of me wasnota squeak. It was a high-pitched pressure release, that was all, and he probably didn’t even notice as I scrambled to say, “Blatantly date another woman in front of the whole of Chipping Fairford!”

Liam’s lips twitched. “It’s not that busy today. I don’t think the whole town is here.”

“That’s not the point! You’reon a date! And don’t you dare try to tell me that isn’t a date. She was playing with her hair. She wastouchingyou.”

“I can see that upsets you, Jasper, but my love life is not your business.” He kept his gaze steady on my face. “Never has been, never will be.”

“Oh my god.” I went to shove him. It was a stupid thing to do, but I was so disappointed in him. I laid both hands flat on his chest, and regretted it instantly. I was basically cupping his pecs. Horrified, I gave him a feeble push and snatched my hands away. He swayed gently back then forward. “You cheating cheater!”

He made a sound at the back of his throat, a cross between anmmand anah.

I squirmed subtly.

I hated myself for being turned on by such a bastard.

“I’m not cheating on anyone, Jasper,” he said calmly. “I’m not married.”

“Wow,” I said. “Wow. I mean…just wow. I wasatyourwedding, Liam.”

He sighed. “I’m divorced.”

That cut my indignation off at the knees. “What?” I wheezed. “What?”

“Divorced,” he said, slowly enough to be insulting.

He tightened his grip on the seat by my shoulder and leaned forward. I caught my breath, thinking for a wild second that he was going to kiss me or, I don’t know, bite me. All he did was push off the wall and bring his left hand between us.

“No ring,” he said.

I grabbed his wrist and tugged his hand closer, holding it in both of mine as I got a better look.

No ring.

Very carefully, I traced the base of his ring finger. His hand flexed but he didn’t pull away as I turned it over. There wasn’t even a dent left to show one had ever been there. No strip of paler flesh. Just Liam.

I smiled brightly up at him and he gave me a startled smile in return.

Then Adam ruined it by saying grumpily, “Liam, why are you straddling Jasper? And Jasper, why are you holding his hand?”

Liam’s smile vanished. He tugged his hand away and straightened. “Adam,” he said in a clipped tone.

“Liam.” Adam muscled him out of the way, and threw himself into the seat beside me. “Well? What are you doing to Jasper?”

“Trying to get him to stop ogling me.”

I sputtered angrily. “Ogling you? I wasn’t! I—”

Adam sighed. “Oh, Jasper.”

“Oh my god, don’toh Jasperme! I wasn’t ogling him, I thought that the arsehole was here on a date! I was disapproving of him.”

“Ah,” Adam said, looking sheepish.

Because he hadn’t told me that Liam was divorced.

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