“Was Red there?” His eyes lit up with mischief.
“Yeah, of course she was. She’s living with her aunt while she recovers from her surgery.”
“And?” He winked.
“And nothing. We had dinner, discussed plans for the party, then Toby and I left.”
“Is there a but coming?”
I rubbed a hand across my forehead. I didn’t need this interrogation.
“No,” I sighed. “There isn’t a but coming.”
“Mate, I know you too well. You need some action, and I really think you should consider an angry fuck with that woman.”
I loved Marcus like a brother, but he was overstepping the mark. I slammed my bottle down on the table so hard that froth spewed from it.
“I am not going to, as you so crudely put it, angry fuck Fliss. Can we drop this subject, please?”
Marcus’s eyes widened. I never lost my cool over anything. Even when I was jilted, I kept my emotions in check.
“Okay. I’m sorry. The subject is closed.”
I shot him a grateful smile. We changed the subject to motor racing and football. Safe subjects that I could talk easily about. Fortunately, Marcus respected that and spoke no more about Fliss. But later, in bed, all I could think about was how beautiful she was when she smiled.
Jesus, I was becoming obsessed.