Page 34 of The Reno
Liam’s eyes bugged. “Six people?”
I shrugged. “Not that surprising in London.”
“I think I’d end up killing someone.”
I chuckled. “I’ve been close. Especially when one housemate kept eating my leftovers.”
Liam whistled. “Cheeky.”
“I know, right? Leftover pizza is sacred.”
“It’s breakfast.”
I grinned. “Exactly.”
Liam and I smiled, and then I glanced away, refocusing on the task at hand.
“I’m moving back. I’ll end up buying somewhere further out. I will miss Camden.”
“Overrated,” Liam grumbled.
I raised my eyebrows. “London is overrated?”
Liam grunted, and it made me laugh.
“What’s your beef with London?”
“Everyone’s miserable.”
I snorted. Oh, the irony.
Liam continued, “And rude. It’s overpopulated and overpriced. Too many Prets and not enough good pubs.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “I’m sure you noticed the Guinness is shite.”
“Well, yes,” I said. I’d had plenty of foamy, expensive pints of Guinness in packed pubs, standing next to finance bros in their quarter zips. “But it’s a great city. Sure, there are downsides, but there’s always something exciting to do. Somewhere amazing to eat. Great theatres and art galleries.” I sighed. “I love thegalleries.”
“We have all of that here, too,” Liam said, a stubborn edge to his jaw.
I snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Liam turned to me. “Is that a challenge, Red?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay.” Liam dusted off his hands. “Let’s make it interesting. I bet you that you end up falling in love with this place. I bet you that you never go back.”
I gave a melodic laugh. “Are you kidding me?”
“I’m serious,” Liam said, lifting his palm.
“You’re on. Easiest bet I’ve ever made.” I lifted my hand. Then, I paused, lifting my pinkie finger. It would be so much funnier this way. There was something funny about making a grown man pinkie swear.
“Let’s pinkie swear on it.”
“Deal.”
Liam wrapped his finger around mine, and I tried to ignore the hum of awareness that buzzed up my skin. Liam’s eyes were on me again, a faint smile on his face. Truce—was this some sort of truce?
He cleared his throat and returned to assembling sandwiches, and I pretended not to be disappointed about his focus moving elsewhere.
