Название: Girls Night Out 3 E-Book Bundle
Автор: Gemma Burgess
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9780007532421
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‘I just really like wine,’ says Dave. He leans over to me. ‘Can I get you some wine, hot stuff?’
I grin, shaking my head. Out of the corner of my eye I can feel Bella staring at me, but when I turn, she looks away.
The tournament has three different levels: the professionals, who take it so seriously that they’re barely speaking to each other; the middle league, who seem to be mostly couples and friends pretending not to take it seriously; and the bottom league, which is a shambles of fights and laughter. Just our style.
‘I think I should probably concentrate on staying alive, given my last 24 hours,’ says JimmyJames in a slightly martyred voice. ‘I’ll just have a nice sit down here and drink wine,’ he pauses. ‘I’d feel a lot better if Victoria would stay with me.’
‘Get used to disappointment,’ she replies.
‘I speak disappointment fluently,’ says JimmyJames. ‘Please?’
‘Fine,’ she says. ‘If you get me a chair and table, I will sit.’
‘Fine. We’ll register the six of us, then,’ says Luke. ‘We can play triples. Robert, Dave and I against Sophie, Bella and Abigail.’
‘Aces,’ says Bella, lighting her eighth cigarette of the day.
‘I notice you still smoke like a Russian peasant,’ comments Dave.
She blows a smoke ring at him and he grins. She’s extremely cool. So much cooler than I am. I bet she never needed a singledom coach.
‘What are the rules?’ says Bella. ‘How does it work?’
‘Toss a coin, draw a circle, throw the ball, person nearest the jack wins,’ says Robert shortly. He’s kept his sunglasses on since breakfast. A sign of remorse, or else just his usual hangover grumpiness. Poor Vix. It’s a shame she didn’t kiss JimmyJames.
‘This is so heavy!’ exclaims Sophie, picking up one of the boules. ‘Right. I’m ready.’
‘I’m going to beat you lot like a Christmas puppy,’ says Dave with an evil grin.
‘I’m going to beat you like a foster child,’ says Bella, squaring off against him.
‘I’m going to beat you like a Mormon wife,’ retorts Dave.
‘Ha! You’re such an idiot,’ she replies.
‘You can’t resist me, Bells,’ says Dave, reaching out to pull her hair as she walks away.
My hackles are raised. What the devil is this? Last night it looked like they couldn’t stand each other. Now they’re flirting. ‘OK,’ says Robert, interrupting them. ‘Let’s toss the coin and find out who’s doing the circle.’
Boules is a gentle, slow game, or at least it is the way we play it. There’s just the occasional cry of ‘oops!’ and ‘sorry!’ from the girls, and ‘fuck!’ and ‘you distracted me, you penis’ from the boys.
After we’ve played a few rounds, the teams are neck to neck. Bella – having clearly decided to behave – is being very chatty and playful, and she and Sophie and I have forged a surprisingly strong camaraderie. I’m glad that they’re getting on, but I wish my sister wasn’t quite such a pushover. I want to be a little cold to Bella, to show that even if Sophie has forgiven her, I haven’t, but it’s hard in the face of her charm offensive.
Luke’s his usual jovial self, and Robert’s granite face is barely moving, while Dave is keeping up a hilarious and irritating running commentary. However – and this is not just because I shagged him all night, I swear – he’s so charismatic that even when being deliberately annoying, he’s irresistible.
‘Right. Bella, Bella. Beautiful girl, ugly underhand bowl. It lands next to Robert’s last throw, which I understand he aimed for Paris . . . And here’s Robert again, he takes his shot, now he’s leaving the grounds, I’d say he’s probably going for a pee, are you going for a pee, Robert? And he’s ignoring me. Right. So and now we have Luke, who lives up to his nickname “The Fluke” and oh, lands just inches away from the jack, sadly a good inch and a half behind my last throw which is by far the best of the round so far.’
‘Wanker,’ says Luke to Dave. The rest of us are in fits of giggles.
‘Penny in the swear jar for you. Right! Next up is Abigail, approaching with the delicate baby foal wobble she’s perfected over the last few rounds, and oh dear, she lifted a foot. Disqualified.’
‘What?’ I gasp. ‘I didn’t!’
‘You did,’ says Dave patronisingly. ‘Left foot came up and off the ground.’
‘It did fucking not!’ I exclaim, annoyed now.
‘Vote!’ says Dave.
‘Safe,’ says Sophie loyally.
‘Out,’ says Bella. Typical.
‘Safe,’ says Luke.
‘Out,’ says JimmyJames. ‘I didn’t see it, but fuck it, let’s create another drama.’
‘Safe,’ says Vix, raising her glass of wine to me.
‘Looks like we have an impasse,’ says Dave.
‘It was safe,’ says Robert, striding back into the ring.
‘You were having a slash, you didn’t see it,’ snaps Dave.
‘I was getting a bottle of water. My eyes were on the game the whole time.’
‘She was fucking out,’ insists Dave.
‘She was in,’ says Robert.
‘I was in,’ I echo. ‘And the vote reflects it. So bite me.’
Dave gazes at me delightedly. Suddenly I realise that he wants a sparring partner. He likes the attention and frisson that arguing gives him, no matter who it’s with – Robert, Bella, or me. That’s why he’s always stirring.
Well, I can do that.
‘Chalk it the fuck up, Dave,’ I say. ‘Robert. Your ball.’
Robert hits my ball out of the circle. Dave whoops in delight. ‘The flatmates! Drawn together, yet always apart.’
Robert and I both narrow our eyes at Dave.
‘Try to shut up, David my boy, or we’ll put you on the naughty step,’ I say. He grins, kicking some gravel onto my shoes as he passes me. Yep. Definitely likes a sparring partner.
Dave bowls, hitting Robert’s ball away from the jack.
‘We’d get two points if you’d aim near the jack,’ says Luke irritably.
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