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Claire was waiting inside with a huge mug of tea and an even bigger smirk.
‘Where’s Harper?’
‘At the park with Ritchie. Come on! Tell me everything!’ She patted the sofa cushions next to her and Libby sat, her cheeks on fire. ‘So then, just how foxyisHenry Foxbrooke?’
‘Extremely,’ she mumbled.
Claire shrieked and kicked her legs like a spider unexpectedly encountering two hundred and forty volts of electricity.
‘Knew it! Knew it! Knew it!’
Libby grabbed a cushion and hid her face in it, waiting for her friend’s excitement to fade.
Claire pulled it away from her.
‘Libby, this is the best news ever. He’s so nice. We both saw it at the workshop. He’s a genuinely decent bloke and clearly thinks the world of you.’
She shrugged, embarrassment and excitement battling inside her.
‘Also, being shallower than a puddle here, he’s also fit as fuck.’
Libby fanned herself as red-hot memories scorched her cheeks.
‘And, by the look on your face, he clearly knows what to do with what God gave him,’ Claire continued.
Libby stood, pacing the room, trying to shake off the heat and nervous energy.
Claire slumped back onto the sofa. ‘Wow. Henry Foxbrooke really rocked your world.’
She nodded. ‘It was—he was—’ She broke off and sighed, her hands clasped to her chest. ‘Amazing.’
‘Aw, love! That’s the best! When are you seeing him again?’
‘Tomorrow!’ she squealed.
Claire clapped. ‘Thank fuckity fuck for that. Now you can draw a big fat line under Lucas.’
Libby sat on the sofa and picked up her mug of tea.
‘He got in touch with me,’ Claire continued. ‘Wanted Henry’s number.’
Libby choked and put the mug down, coughing. ‘Don’t give it to him!’
Claire rubbed her on the back. ‘Course not. He’s a slimy little star-fucker.’
Libby nodded.
‘What? You’re not going to contradict me?’
She shook her head.
‘I think hell just froze over. What made you do such a one-eighty? Vulvagate, or Henry?’
Libby stared at her mug on the coffee table. It felt bigger than she did right now.
‘Claire, I need to tell you something, and I want you to promise not to freak out.’
‘Oh my god, what’s happened? Did you sleep with Lucas? Did he give you an STD? Are you pregnant with his baby? Fuck, fuck, fuck!’
