Written in Stone (Heart of Stone: Book 3)

Chapter 7: Ed

"Ed?"

A sharp pinch to my neck tore me out of my daydream. My eyes snapped across to Soph's. She arched an eyebrow at me, but her twitching lips suggested she could read my mind.

Yep. Absolutely ruin her.

"Sorry." I scraped a hand through my hair and dislodged her fingers. "Totally drifted off for a minute there. Jet lag."

"Don't worry. It wasn't the most interesting story." Mac nudged Gabby and winked.

Shame zipped down my spine and curdled in my belly. Now I felt like a dick. Even if that hadn't been Mac's intention—and it probably had been—I didn't want Gabby thinking I'd lost interest. I sifted through my brain to try to dredge up the conversation I'd only half-listened to.

"Yeah," I said to Gabby. "What you experienced sometimes happens. I personally don't like it. If you want to perform at a venue, you shouldn't expect them to jump through hoops for you, and you certainly shouldn't try to deceive or trick employees to find out confidential information about another artist."

"So your team's never done it, then?" Mac asked.

"Never," I said. "If a date is unavailable, it's unavailable. We'd work around it. We wouldn't try to find out who had that date if it's not public knowledge, and we would never try to undercut that artist, either. It's shady."

Gabby's cherry-red lips lifted into a small smile, so at least I'd won her over again. Mac seemed less convinced. I applied more weighting to Gabby's approval, so his sceptical expression washed over me.

When the two of them became engrossed in a different conversation about a mutual friend from Cambridge, Soph's mouth found my ear.

"Teach me how to do that."

"Do what?" I murmured back.

"Absorb a conversation while not listening to it at all." Her teeth grazed my earlobe, and a vision of black lingerie surged straight to the forefront of my mind again.

"I don't like that insinuation..."

"I don't like you not listening to my friend." Smart mouth. "But the skill is fucking hot, so I'll let you off."

Okay. Smart mouth forgiven. I tilted my head to face her so I could capture the reaction to my response.

"Practice makes perfect, and I practise on you all the time."

Angry heat flashed through her sultry eyes. I'd pay for that later. Future consequences would be worth the present reaction though.

"Hey, Soph?" Gabby saved me from death by evil glare. "You should think about including this kind of place in your blog. You could do like a spin-off to the travel posts. Normal person in not-so-normal places."

"Don't think she counts as a normal person these days, Gab."

"Sure she does," she said to Mac. "It's her brand. You'd know that if you read the gossip stuff like I do."

Mac rolled his eyes. "Please. Why would I read that shite when I can go straight to the source?" He gestured towards Soph.

"Because it's our best friend they're writing about?" Gabby's brow furrowed, but then she gave up on Mac and shifted back to Soph. "Anyway, you should. People would go crazy for it. And you're the ideal person to do it. You're already seen as relatable so taking that average gaze and applying it to somewhere that most people would never step foot in would be so cool."

Soph smiled. "It's a nice idea, but I'd have to get approval from the powers that be. My hands are tied with a lot of this now."

Mac chuckled. "We all know how much you like your hands being tied."

My heart dropped from my chest and my stomach fell with it. Every fibre in my body focused on not reacting externally. Internally, my blood boiled as it rushed to my head and fried all cohesive thoughts. Except one.

Surely they hadn't?

"Do we?" Soph fired back. "I don't recall ever mentioning that."

Mac's eyes slid across to me. A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"My bad," he said eventually. "Must have been my imagination."

Suffocating silence thickened the tense atmosphere at our table. Around us, the restaurant buzzed with happy chatter. It stopped at the wooden partition shielding us from view. An uncomfortable warmth crawled across my skin, burning every pore in my body.

Until I asked her about it later, I had no way of knowing if Mac was deliberately winding me up or if Soph was trying to defuse a potential confrontation. Either way, reacting to him remained the wrong choice—as much as I wanted to lean across the table and wipe that antagonising look off his pathetic, smug face.

I relaxed my jaw. Set my cutlery down on my empty plate. Flicked open the third button on my shirt—because I needed some damn air.

"Mac, while we're between courses, why don't you help Gabby take that photo?" Soph suggested.

"Sure thing, Palmer. I'll be nice and slow about it." His eyes flitted between the two of us, like he'd be doing her a favour.

Gabby almost leapt from her seat to escape the tension at the table.

"Sorry," Soph said under her breath once they were out of earshot. "I told him to behave."

"Hm." I scrubbed a hand over my lower face. "I didn't mind his comment about the song. That was fair enough. I don't appreciate the sexual references. It's disrespectful—to you as well as to me."

She threaded her fingers through mine between our plates. "I know. He has a bit of a hang-up about your dual personality. I think he's hoping to break you."

"Dual personality." I scoffed.

This was my brand. Nine years in the making. Besides, he was one to talk. Brutal lawyer during the day and playful friend at night? Give me a damn break.

Her thumb brushed over my knuckles as her eyes performed a quick sweep of the restaurant. "Bear in mind that he's seen a different side of you to most people. And now one of his closest friends is dating you. He's going to have concerns about that."

"Concerns are fine. I get it. There's no need to poke me with a stick, though, in the hope I'll lash out and break character."

"I know." She squeezed my hand and smiled. "Not lashing out will get to him far more than if you did. Trust me."

"Hm." I swung my gaze across to the window where Gabby and Mac were flicking through the photos he'd taken.

"I love you." She whispered the words against my ear and drew my focus back to the table.

The affection soothed my fiery mood, and in recognition of her efforts to appease me, I did something I'd only ever done once before. I kissed her in public. 

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