Page 34 of The Last Kiss

“You bitch, I told you that in confidence.” I glare at her.

My cheeks burn while Liv claps her hands together making Lenny squeal. “I’m just so excited you weren’t at home reading a book.”

“You told Charlie?” I glare at her then swiftly turn to Charlie. “No offense, Charlie.”

“None taken.”

Liv is biting on her lip, pretending to wipe Lenny’s soggy, crumb-covered face.

“Exactly who else have you told?”

Her face says it all.

“Great!” I put my fork down. “Liv, that’s not cool.”

“It is. Sooooo cool. My boring big sister got seduced by a sexy Frenchman… be grateful I haven’t taken out an ad in The Times.”

I scowl, my forehead aching with the ferocity of it. ‘I don’t think The Times allow adverts for that kind of thing.”

Charlie leans in, across the table. “So, tell me, is it as hot as it sounds?”

“Stop it guys, I already feel dirty enough.” This is a blatant lie. I don’t feel dirty at all. I feel hot as hell every time I so much as allow myself to think back to Friday, “and I’m never going to see him again. It was one night. I don’t even know where he comes from, his name, or anything.”

This much is the truth.

Well, I know he’s from Perpignan in the Pyrenees, but I’ve looked on the map and it’s a bloody large town to search for a one-night stand in.

Not that I would search for him.

Of course not, that would be silly.

That would make it a Not a One Night Stand.

Okay, stop thinking about him now.

No… now…

Liv and Charlie are staring at me grinning, so I flip them both a double zap sign.

Right, salad.

My phone rings and my gaze automatically locks on Liv’s. I grab my bag off the floor and fish my phone out. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Miss Brown?”

“Yes?”

“This is Dr Simmonds’ secretary from Queensborough Hospitals.”

My heart races. Good racing, not bad. “Hi.”

“I’m just calling to arrange an appointment. How are you feeling?”

I’m taken aback, eyes stinging.

Then it hits home. For the first time I actually get it.