I stared at Afric, my affection for her expanding exponentially. She defended the underdog, and I was certain that was the reason she’d wanted to help me with my predicament in the first place. It was what drove her to pursue a friendship with me at a time when I’d been far from friendly. I wanted to say so many things to her at that moment, but I couldn’t with our current audience.
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that one,” Annabelle said. “I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe your sister can be truly happy still living at home with her parents.”
Afric stared at her, and I tensed, worrying she might say something insulting, but then she simply stood and stated, “I need to pee.”
“I’ll go with you,” Leanne said and followed her from the booth.
Afric
“Okay, you have to tell me what’s going on with Neil,” Leanne said as we entered the bathroom. “I seriously can’t understand what he sees in Annabelle. She’s completely unlikeable.”
My chest filled with that feeling of vindication you get when someone doesn’t like the same person as you. “Thank you!” I exclaimed. Admittedly, I was very tipsy as I rambled, “And who insists on everyone calling them Annabelle? Surely, any decent person would at least shorten it to Anna or Belle. But no, she wants everyone to wrap their tongue around all three syllables. Who does she think she is? A heroine from a Jane Austen novel or something?”
Leanne chuckled as she walked into an empty stall and closed the door. I entered the one next to hers. “I can’t argue with you there. But seriously, you clearly know something I don’t. I’ve seen the way you look at her,” Leanne went on, still talking while she did her business.
I stared at the navy stall door in front of me. “What way do I look at her?”
“Kind of like you want to tear her perfect, glossy red hair out.”
I cackled loudly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do every time she starts talking.”
“Is it because Neil chose her over you? Do you fancy him?”
“What? No! I mean, yes, I do fancy him. Neil’s my sexy little Clark Kent, but it’s not that simple,” I replied, flushing the toilet before I emerged from the stall and walked over to wash my hands.
Leanne emerged, too, and proceeded to wash her hands in the sink next to mine.
“Sexy little Clark Kent! Oh, my goodness, that’s the perfect description of Neil. How isn’t it simple, though? You like him, and I’ve known him long enough to see that he likes you, too. I just don’t get why Annabelle is even in the picture.”
I blew out a breath, the many drinks I’d consumed making me feel much looser-lipped than usual. I eyed Leanne through the large mirror hanging on the wall over the sinks. “How much do you care about Neil?”
“A lot. He’s like family,” Leanne replied without missing a beat.
“I guess that means you’d forgive him if he did something really bad,” I said.
Leanne frowned. “Well, yes, within reason. I’d forgive Neil most things bar murder. He’s been the backbone of our group for years. Every time there’s an emergency, Neil is there with a clear head and a cool reserve to handle things. There are so many times when I’ve relied on him, times I’m sure I wouldn’t have gotten through without him.” She paused to eye me, a hint of concern on her face. “Afric, is there something I should know?”
“What about Callum?” I asked, avoiding her question. “Does he feel the same way?”
“Yes, he values Neil just as much as I do. Every member of the cast adores him. He’s been with us through thick and thin.”
“Okay, that’s … that’s good to know,” I said, my thoughts racing. Was I really doing this? Was I actually going to tell Leanne the truth?
“Afric, talk to me. You’re freaking me out.”
I met her gaze, the buzz of alcohol fuelling my honesty. “Neil probably won’t forgive me for telling you this, but I’ll take the hit because I care about him so much and he’s too nice a guy to tell Annabelle where to shove her blackmail.”
“Blackmail?” Leanne gasped, gripping my upper arm and ushering me over to the fancy velvet couch at the far end of the bathroom. She sat us down and levelled me with a serious look. “Tell me everything and start from the beginning.”
So, I did.
20.
Neil
I watched Afric and Leanne walk in the direction of the bathrooms when Callum spoke, drawing my attention.
“I’ve actually been meaning to discuss something with you,” he said to me before casting an apologetic glance in Annabelle’s direction. “Sorry, love, I hope you don’t mind if we talk about work for a minute?”
“Not at all,” she replied, demurely flicking her hair over one shoulder. “Go ahead.”