“Answer it,” he says.
“No, I’ll get it later.”
“Answer it,” he repeats with more force as he takes his arm off my shoulders.
Oh fuck, it’s going to look obvious if I don’t answer it now.
“Hi,” I answer with an awkward smile.
“What are you doing?” Daniel snaps.
“Ha-ha, oh hi, Daniel.” I fake a laugh. Oh crap, Elliot can hear this conversation. “I’m on my way to the airport.”
“You’re going away with him?” he barks.
I push the phone nearly halfway through my skull to try and block it so that Elliot can’t hear. “Yes, just for a few days.”
“Are you crazy?” Daniel blurts out. “That’s fucking stupid.”
Elliot’s eyes narrow as they hold mine.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Um, crazy excited. I have to go, now is not a good time.” I fake-laugh again, oh hell on a cracker. Why are my flatmates such wet blankets?
“Don’t go, this is a bad idea,” Daniel barks.
I see the Adam’s apple in Elliot’s neck swallow as if he is clenching his jaw.
“One night with him and you’re already doing what he says. No dick is that good, Kate.”
Oh hell, I feel the blood drain from my face.
There goes the neighborhood.
Elliot glares at me and I can feel his contempt from here.
“Goodbye Daniel.”
“You can call me—”
I hang up, cutting him off.
I awkwardly stuff my phone back into my bag. Why wasn’t my phone on silent?
Well, that was just fucking great.
“Ah.” I shrug, embarrassed. “Daniel’s a bit protective.”
“And has a death wish,” Elliot mutters dryly. His attention goes to out the window.
We sit in silence as we drive along for a while. Elliot’s thoughts are on God knows what and I’m plotting ways to cut out Daniel’s tongue.
God . . . what next?
Elliot had already told me this morning that he didn’t like Daniel touching me.
Imagine what’s going to happen next time they see each other . . . And they obviously will, I live with one and am sleeping with the other.
And where the heck is this coming from? Daniel was excited for me when Elliot was chasing me. Now it’s suddenly a bad idea?
Ugh, this is a fucking disaster.
We arrive at Heathrow Airport but instead of going to the main entrance, we continue to a side street and are stopped at a checkpoint barrier.
Andrew passes out some kind of paperwork to the security guard through the window and the guard takes it back to his little station and checks it.
Elliot is silent and broody and I know Daniel has pissed him off.
It’s not my fault.
If it’s any consolation, Daniel pissed me off too.
I don’t want to say anything that Andrew might hear so I remain silent. We are ushered through the barrier and moments later are driving along a road that seems to connect to a tarmac.
I want to ask what we’re doing, but I don’t want to sound stupid. The car drives for what seems like miles and then we pull up next to a fancy-looking plane.