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“Katie.”
“Who?”
“That girl back there.”
“Which one?”
“The redhead.”
I squinted, trying to think her face into memory only to fail and manifest blond hair and blue eyes instead. “Fuck, I love her so much.”
“You don’t even know her,” he snapped back, swaying as much as I was.
“What?” I gaped at him. “Are you mental? I’ve known her my entire life.”
He gaped right back at me, brows furrowed. “Who areyouon about?”
“Liz!” I groaned pushing my hands through my hair. “Who the fuck else!”
“Oh.” He nodded in understanding. “Okay, good. Now, delete her number.”
“There’s no point, lad,” I groaned. “I’ve had her mobile number memorized since fifth class.” I hiccupped before adding, “And her landline number since first class.”
“No—”
“Hughie got the shift, Hughie got the shift,” Gibsie sang as he staggered and crashed against the leaning tower of Kav. “Goodman yourself, Hugo Boss-man! I knew you could do it. It’s onwards and upwards from here, lad.”
Feely narrowed his eyes. “Who?”
“Who what?”
“Who’d you score with?”
“A corker of a redhead,” Kav filled in, joining us at the chipper. “Is she your old doll, Hughie? The one you’re always skipping training for? Jaysus, lad, no wonder you kept her hidden away from the team.”
I opened my mouth to tell Kav that he had the wrong fucking girl and would know that if he paid one iota of attention to his friends, but was distracted by the fist that smacked into the side of my nose.
“Ow!” I roared as my head twisted sideways and smacked off the metal siding of the chipper van. “What the hell was that in aid of?”
“You!” Feely roared. “Fucking you, Hughie!”
“What about me?” I demanded, beyond confused. “What in the name of Jesus did I do out of the way to you?”
“It’s always fucking you,” he slurred, shaking his head. “You always come fucking first.”
“Lad, I’m not the one who came tonight, so I don’t know why you’re getting stuck in me,” I tossed back. “I’m the virgin in this relationship. You’re the whore!”
“Jesus Christ! Iama whore,” Feely groaned, pushing his hands through his hair like I’d given him some brand-new information. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“WhywouldI?” I demanded back, too confused and too fucking drunk for this conversation. “You never told me to stop you.”
“You’re my best fucking friend, asshole,” he snapped back. “I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
“Some best friend,” I shot back, rubbing my nose. “Domestic fucking battery, Feely.”
“Oh relax, pretty boy,” he sneered. “You’re still every inch the asshole girls fall for.”
“Now, now, don’t be fighting,” Gibs scolded, sliding between us to grab an order from the counter that he neither placed nor paid for. “We’re lovers, not fighters.”
