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EVERLY: I’m trying to leave now. Just struggling to get an Uber.
Drunk, my first instinct was always to text him. Shame crept in at who else I’d texted in my moment of weakness the other week.
Getting information from Pedro was one thing. But flirting to do it? That no longer felt like an option.
Still no Uber. I was going to have to get off the boat by myself to get signal.
Arabella wanted to stay, getting over her rendezvous with Henri by flirting with every man and woman she could find. I’d enjoyed playing wing-woman.
When men tried to flirt with me as I warmed them up to the idea of my beautiful, rebounding friend, I couldn’t think of anything worse than flirting back.
Because I didn’t want them.
I said my goodbyes after demanding that Arabella share her location with me, and as I walked off the deck, Hollie chased after me to ask if we could share the taxi.
She was so attractive; she’d put extensions in for the night, curled slightly at the ends. I knew she was lovely from what everyone said about her, but we’d hardly had a chance to talk. With twelve teams and two grid girls per team, there were so many women to befriend.
I pressed my screen quickly to refresh for an Uber.
Was I wanting to get out of this so badly because I’d heard the rumours about her and Luca hooking up? Yes.
I wasn’t too proud to admit I had a jealous streak. That peaked around Racer 68.
I didn’t want her to talk about him. I didn’t want to hear his name from her lips as she’d moaned it, cried it, screamed it as I wanted to.
Fuck.
When it came to men, the loveliest of women could lose their minds. My mother, for example.
Still, she somehow had a soft spot for my dad, whom she had every right to hate.
“I’m struggling to get an Uber,” I told her. “You might have better luck than me.”
She shook her head, swinging her heels over her shoulder as she joined me on the path. Wow, she was nearly as short as me.
“I’ll have no hope, then,” she laughed. “Luca threw up in my car in Australia and completely ruined my rating. So, if you’re struggling, I won’t get a hint of a yes.”
Well, if he was throwing up, I hoped that meant they hadn’t got jiggy with it.
“And then Ces was the one vomiting the week after in Japan,” she said, shaking her head again. “Boys, am I right?”
Did she say that to smooth the blow of my boyfriend being in a taxi with her?
Mynot-boyfriend.
“You’re right,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Just can’t control their alcohol.”
Was I…slurring?
“It’s really nice to have girls’ nights like this,” she said, tapping on her phone. “Without them. Then we get girl talk and to discuss something other than tyre pressure.”
It was a hot topic this season.
“Well, with the new rules—”
She laughed harder. “To discuss somethingotherthan work, Everly.Nottyre pressure. Give yourself a mental break.”
Fair enough.
