On Dublin Street(58)

“Tell her I’m sorry.” Braden shrugged regretfully, eyes still on me. “Looks like tonight is out.”


Oh yes. His plans for me at his apartment. I felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment as I grinned at him. “Oh well.”


“Don’t look too disappointed.” He threw me a sardonic smile. “We’ll just have to arrange some time this week.”


“Um,” Ellie stepped between us, “Can you not schedule whatever this is that’s going on between you in front of me, please?”


Smirking, Braden leaned down and gave Ellie a quick peck on the cheek. “Els.” And then he walked past me. “Jocelyn.” He gave my hand a squeeze, his thumb trailing softly along the back of my hand before he let go and kept walking right on out the front door.


I stared after him, even once he was gone. What had that been? The hand thing? I looked down at my hand, the skin still tingling from where he’d caressed it. That hadn’t felt very friends with benefitty.


“Just sex.”


“What?” I looked up at Ellie who was staring at me incredulously. “What?” I repeated.


“Just sex.” She shook her head and grabbed her jacket. “If you two want to believe that, then it’s none of my business.”


Ignoring her and the ominous churning in my gut, I shrugged into my own jacket and followed her out the door.


***


“What are you doing here?”


I’d collided into the back of Ellie in the doorway of her mother’s sitting room so I didn’t know who she was asking, accusingly, that question of.


“Your mum invited me.”


Ah, Adam. I peered around Ellie to see him sitting on Elodie and Clark’s couch with Declan beside him. They were watching soccer together. Clark was reading a newspaper. Clearly not a soccer fan.


“My mum invited you?” Ellie strode into the room, her arms crossed over her chest. “When?”


“Yesterday,” Elodie’s voice trilled behind us, and we turned to see her and Hannah walk in carrying glasses of soda. “What’s with the attitude?”


Ellie glowered at Adam who grinned back up at her, unrepentant. “Nothing.”


“Adam, you’re missing it.” Declan pulled on the sleeve of Adam’s light blue sweater that did great things for his body. No wonder he and Braden got laid so easily. Together the two of them were like a GQ ad.


“Sorry, bud.” He gave Ellie a teasingly solemn look. “Sorry, can’t talk. We’re watching the football.”


“Better watch you don’t get a football rammed up your arse,” Ellie muttered under her breath, but both Adam and I heard her. He laughed, shaking his head as he turned back to the screen.


“What’s funny?” Elodie smiled sweetly, completely unaware of the tension between her daughter and Adam as she handed everyone a glass of Coke.


“Ellie said a bad word,” Declan replied.


Okay, so Adam, me and Declan were the only ones to hear.


“Ellie, he hears everything,” Elodie complained.


Ellie scowled, throwing herself onto an armchair. I thought it was best to give her some support since Adam being here had clearly thrown her for a loop, so I perched beside her on the arm of the chair. Ellie sighed. “I’m sure he’s heard worse at school.”


Declan grinned at his mom. “I have.”


Clark sniggered into his paper.


Elodie shot her a husband a suspicious look before turning back to Ellie. “That’s no excuse to speak that way in front of him.”


“I just said ‘arse’.”


Declan snorted.


“Ellie!”


She rolled her eyes. “Mum, it’s not a big deal.”


“It really isn’t,” Declan agreed. “I’ve heard way worse.”


“Why did you say arse?” Hannah asked serenely from the other couch.


Clark choked on a laugh as he turned a page of the paper, still refusing to look up.


“Hannah!” Elodie spun around to glare down at her. “Young ladies don’t use bad language.”


Hannah shrugged. “It’s just arse, mum.”


“I was calling Adam an arse,” Ellie explained to her little sister. “Because he is an arse.”


Elodie looked like she was about to explode. “Would everyone stop saying arse!”


“I know,” I blew out an exaggerated breath of exasperation. “It’s called an ass, people. Ass.”


Clark and Adam burst out laughing and I shrugged apologetically to Elodie, smiling sweetly at her. She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “I’m going to check the dinner.”


“Do you need help?” I asked politely.


“No, no. My ass can handle itself in the kitchen, thank you very much.”


Chuckling, I watched her leave and then looked down at Ellie with a wide grin. “Now I understand why you don’t curse a lot.”