“Yeah but still…Just the idea of Niki that far away from me…I think I’d lose my head.”
“How far away are we talking?” asked Connor.
“France.” Warren internally winced as he realised he’d released a detail of the holiday.
Dane tskd. “It’s still a foreign country which means it’d too far away for my liking. Even worse, the French are supposed to be right smoothies. And women love those European accents, don’t they?” He sighed. “Personally, I’d be a paranoid wreck.”
“I trust Anna.” That hadn’t stopped him being worried though.
“Yeah, but do you trust the smoothies around her? That’s the question. You told me Anna loves her drink. One weak moment, one very smooth smoothie…” Dane jiggled his head. “At least she’s not on her own and there’s someone to make sure she’s got her wits about her.”
Connor was starting to feel as though he was missing out on something important.
“What about you, Con?” asked Dane. “If it was Jaxx, would you be alright with it?”
“Did I say you could call her Jaxx? She’s my Jaxx, she’s Jaxxon to you.” Then it occurred to Connor that Dane had spoken in a very odd tone. Suddenly, as snippets of the conversation flicked through his mind, it all came together. He took a deep breath, determined to maintain his composure. Then he slowly swerved his head to look at Warren who was looking awfully nervous and awkward. “Warren, who’s Anna on holiday with?”
“A mate,” he said flippantly.
“Would that mate be Jaxx?” His voice was deceptively patient. Warren’s twist of the lips and hesitation to speak told Connor what he needed to know. “When did they leave?”
“Monday morning.”
“Monday morning? What, and you never thought to tell me?” When he heard Dane giggling quietly he turned on him. “You’ve known all this time as well, haven’t you.” The giggling stopped.
“No need to have a panic attack,” said Dane. “They’ll be back on this Monday coming.”
“Monday.” He couldn’t wait that long to see her. Nor did he want to. What he wanted to do was grab her, yell at her for sodding off like that and then shag her senseless.
Dane kept all amusement from his manner. “Now, see, you haven’t really got a right to go all nuts, have you? Okay so Jaxx – sorry, Jaxxon – didn’t tell you she was going on holiday. Should she have to tell someone who only shows up when he feels like shagging her?”
Connor knew what Dane was getting at and he knew he was right but it still didn’t take the sting away of her buggering off without a word. “Where in France?” he asked Warren.
“Oh I can’t pronounce it.”
Dane laughed. He had to admire Warren for his never-ending loyalty to Anna’s promise.
“Is it in the North, South, what?”
Warren scratched his head. “Um…”
“Is it near Paris?”
“I’m really not comfortable with these questions.”
Connor pinned Dane with his serious gaze. “You know where, don’t you?”
“Come on, mate, don’t get yourself all worked up. She’s probably not into the French accents.” It was killing him not to laugh. “It’s just the tourists you’ve got to worry about. You can’t blame them if they try sniffing around her. I mean, come on, you would have. Even believing she was in some high publicity relationship with an insane twat you’d have still tried your luck. I bet you’re glad you and her made that agreement about not shagging other people. Tell me, though, did you specify if kissing or touching or o**l s*x was allowed?” Connor growled. Dane faked a horrified gasp. “Tell me you definitely specified no anal sex.”
As much as Connor knew that Dane was trying to get a rise out of him, he couldn’t help but give it to him. The idea that she was so far out of reach… “How would you like it if it was Niki, eh? If I knew where she was and wouldn’t tell you?”
Dane smiled. “Ah, but Niki’s my wife. What is Jaxxon to you again?”
Completely exasperated by his two mates Connor dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Alright,” he bit out. “You’ve made your point, Dane.”
“And what point’s that?”
It made him ache to have to say this. “I haven’t got any rights over her and I haven’t got the right to know everything that goes on in her life. There. I said it. Now where is she?”
“I’m not so sure I’m comfortable passing on this information.”
“Dane…”
“Not until I at least know what you’re going to do with it.”
“Only the same thing that you’d do if it was Niki.”
“Now hang on a minute,” Warren quickly interrupted. “You can’t go over there and butt in on their holiday.” But he saw by the determined expression on Connor’s face that that was exactly what he was planning to do.
“I’ll tell you what,” Dane said to Connor, “I’ll tell you where she is if you admit why it is you want to see her so bad.”
“This isn’t some game,” he retorted.
“If you can’t admit it to me, how are you going to admit it to Jaxxon? She doesn’t strike me as the type of person who’ll be okay with you turning up like that just for a shag or to prove the immature point that you can always find her. If she thinks that’s the kind of crap she’ll have to put up with she’ll end it right there. So, get some practice in, admit why you want to see her so bad.”
As a last ditch effort to finding out her whereabouts without putting himself out there, Connor looked at his other mate.
Warren shook his head. “I happen to agree with Dane.”
“Well?” Dane raised his brows, waiting.
Connor sighed. “Do you have to be such a twat?”
“It’s genetic, sorry. Do you want to know where she is or not?”
He slumped onto the couch and covered his face with his hand, sighing again. When he finally plucked up the nerve, he released his face. “I miss her, alright.”
“And not just shagging her?” Dane wanted Connor to hear himself say it aloud.
“No. Although I do miss that. I miss her. Happy now?”
“Meribel, France.”
“She’s gone skiing?”