Page 25 of Never Gonna Lie
“Uh, huh,” I reply. “And the fact I spoke to you yesterday…?” I trail off. She wants something, I just know it.
“Those black Jimmy Choo’s you have hidden away…”
And there it is.
I start laughing. “You want to borrow them?”
“Pleeeease,” she whines. “I have a date tonight and they’d go so nicely with my dress.”
“Okay, fine, just please don’t ruin them like you did with my last pair of shoes,” I beg, getting up off the bed and walking to the wardrobe to get them.
“It wasn’t my fault the guy got so drunk he puked all over them,” she exclaims.
“I had to throw them out, Mia,” I admonish, finding the shoes and flinging them onto the bed. “They were a $2,000 pair of shoes.”
“Sorry,” Mia squeaks. “I promise to take good care of these ones.”
I roll my eyes. “Uh huh.” Knowing Mia, something will most definitely happen to my shoes, but I can never say no to her. “You’ll have to come and get them, though.”
“I’ll be over in ten.” She blows me a kiss and hangs up.
Ten minutes later, I’m sitting on the sofa waiting when there’s a knock at the door. Knowing it’s Mia, I don’t bother to get up.
“He cancelled,” Mia shouts as she walks through and heads straight to the kitchen.
I breathe out a sigh of relief, knowing my Jimmy Choos aren’t going to end up in the shoe graveyard.
“What happened?” I ask.
Knowing Mia the way I do, she’s gone to find my secret stash of wine. I have to hide it from Felicity, otherwise she drinks it, and then gaslights me into thinkingIwas the one who drank it.
“Said something came up,” Mia replies as she walks into the living room, two glasses full to the brim in hand, and sits on the sofa next to me. “I stopped listening to his bullshit excuses after that.”
“What you gonna do tonight, instead?” I ask, pushing a strand of hair out of my face and curling my feet under me.
Mia shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink. “Guess I’ll have to catch up on my schoolwork.” She snorts, and I chuckle.
Mia’s a ‘fly by the seat of her pants’ kind of girl. She leaves everything to the last possible second before knuckling down and passing her classes with straight A’s. I can only wish I were able to do that. I have to sit and study for hours for only a small amount of information to go in.
I work better with hands-on experience, actually doing the job instead of learning through a textbook. As far as I’m concerned, unless the MMC is a tall, brooding man covered in tattoos, I’m not interested in the reading material.
Mia drains the last of her glass and stands up. “Right, I’m off. I need to find something else to do tonight, unless…” Mia trails off, giving me a pleading look.
I grimace. “Nope, absolutely not. I’ve got too much work to do. Plus, you know how much I hate clubbing. Please don’t make me,” I beg.
She points a finger from the doorway as she says, “One of these days I’ll drag your ass out.”
Unfurling my legs, I stand and follow her to the door. “Yes, but today is not that day.” I smirk at her as she leaves with a wave of her fingers.
Chapter Seventeen
JAMES
Theo dragged me to Bucky’s for a beer, and I can’t figure out whether I’m glad he did or if I want to punch him. Noah’s sitting in the corner, brooding as normal, barely saying two words, and Theo’s downing his drinks too quickly for my liking. He’s smiling and joking around as usual, but the light in his eyes isn’t there.
We came straight from work, so we’re all looking completely out of place—tailored suits don’t mix well with a dive bar, but this place has been our local hangout since we moved here.
“Where’s Caleb?” I ask, looking around. “Is he coming?”
