“That does help,” he replies under his breath.
Abbie’s phone beeps a text and she smiles. “My lift is downstairs. Are we leaving the shoes here?” she asks as she points to the boxes.
“Yeah. Who is your lift?” Adrian frowns.
Abbie’s eyes flick between us. “Oh, just this guy I met. He’s really nice and really hot. I am just going to hang at his house tonight,” she replies nonchalantly.
Bridget and I exchange looks and narrow our eyes at each other. The only guy I know who has interested her is the damn cop.
“You’re not seeing the frigging cop are you?” Bridget frowns.
Abbie frowns. “No. Maybe.” She winces. “Sort of.” She shrugs in a who-cares gesture.
“You rang him?” I exclaim. “Abbie, you can’t date this frigging guy. He’s investigating a murder that your fingerprints are involved in. This is a recipe for disaster.”
Adrian frowns. “Huh? What did I miss? Who is this guy?”
Bridget shakes her head. “You are not going out with this fucking guy. Abbie stop it. Adrian, this guy came to the house to see Joshua and Ben about TC.”
Adrian rolls his eyes as if in pain. “Of course he did,” he mutters deadpan.
“Listen here, my beautiful but boring friends. The cop whose name is Rick is smoking hot and I’m turning into a fucking nun in that mansion.” Her eyes flick to me. “It’s alright for you. You get to have sex everyday with Mr Multiple.”
I smirk. Ok, she’s got me on that one. She points to Bridget. “And I know for a fact the Ben banged the hell out of you for about four hours last night.”
My mouth drops open and my eyes flick to Bridget. “What?” I shriek.
Bridget’s horrified eyes meet Abbie’s. “He did not!” she exclaims nervously and she starts to wobble uncontrollably in her heels as she gets distracted.
“See you can’t walk in those heels. How are you going to walk in anything taller?” Adrian butts in with his observation.
“Oh yes he did and you fucking loved it if your moans are anything to go by,” Abbie replies.
Adrian bursts out laughing as my eyes narrow at Bridget.
“You and Ben,” I say.
She frowns. “It was Carson.”
I narrow my eyes again. “Liar, Carson went to the Philippines for a week on Friday for business.”
Adrian laughs again. “That’s why Ben has been in such a good mood.”
Bridget’s eyes light up and she momentarily forgets her denial. “Why, what did he say?”
“Bridget!” I yell. “This is true.” I knew it. I knew she didn’t leave her phone in the kitchen.
“Oh god, yes it’s true. We are just fooling around a bit—it means nothing. But we are not telling anyone,” she sighs, defeated.
“Why not?” Adrian asks as he gets up to get the tea.
“Ben thinks that it will jeopardise his job if things don’t work out,” she replies.
I nod. Something like that had crossed my mind - not that his job would be in danger but that he might resign.
Bridget lies back on the lounge. “Oh my lord, he’s so hot in bed,” she whispers so that Adrian can’t hear from the kitchen.
I smile broadly and Abbie puts on her jacket. “Well a hot cop is just what I need. I hope he brought his handcuffs home.”