Page 46 of Until Hanna

“That’s very caveman of you.”

“Do you want to be shared?” He raises a brow, and I pretend to ponder the question as I rest my elbow on the table.

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it, but it could be interesting.” I grin when his eyes narrow. “Just kidding.” I pat his hand. “That all seems very complicated.”

“What’s complicated?” I look back over my shoulder at Star when she asks that question, then get up out of my chair to greet her.

“Nothing,” I assure her, air-kissing her cheek, and then I step back into Walker, who has moved to stand behind me. Her eyes widen as she takes him in.

“Walker, Star. Star, meet Walker.”

“Bloody hell, Hanna. Youarebeing an idiot.” She reaches for his hand, and I roll my eyes. Of course she’d think that off his looks alone.

“Where is Mark and everyone?” I glance around.

“He’s waiting with his brother upstairs for my sister to arrive, since she took a car. I had to use the ladies’, so I came inside. Have you been here long?”

“No, just a few minutes. Also, you could have warned me that we were coming to a secret restaurant.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” She grins. “The first time Mark brought me here, I thought he was bringing me to some kind of sex dungeon.”

I laugh, and Walker’s hand that has found its way to my hip squeezes.

“Do you want to come to the ladies’ with me?” she asks, and since I know it’s not an actual question but a demand, I look up at Walker.

“Go. I’ll be here when you get back.” He touches his lips to mine, and I hear Star make a noise.

“Be back.” I smile as he takes his seat while Star links her arm with mine and begins tugging me with her across the room. When we reach the restroom that has spray-paint on the mirrors and wonky art, she spins around to face me, pointing at the closed door.

“That man out there is the one you’re confused about?”

“Star, you spoke to him for less than a minute.”

“Is he going to turn into a wanker this evening or do something to embarrass you?”

“Probably not.”

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m figuring things out.”

“You need to figure out how to get your head examined.” She hurries into one of the stalls and closes herself in, and I turn on the tap to drown out the sound of her peeing. When she comes back out, she walks to the sink, shaking her head at me.

“What?”

“Don’t mess this up for yourself, Hanna.”

“I’m not messing anything up. I told you I’m being cautious.” Okay, so having sex with him without a condom, even when I’m on birth control, wasn’t very cautious. But she doesn’t need to know I did that.

She turns to face me after washing her hands and grabs a paper towel. “You know what?”

“What?”

“I hope he does act like a dick and that I hate him before the night is over.”

“Why?”

“So that when you mess things up, I can say ‘well done’ instead of ‘you’re a fool.’”

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