Cole glared at the kid. ‘Del, why don’t you turn around and start talking through your arse? That way we’ll forgive the shit you come away with.’
While their friends laughed, shoving and teasing this ‘Del’ person, Cole gripped my elbow and started walking me down the stairs.
I was choking on laughter. ‘I know I’m supposed to admonish you for cursing, but … you are getting so like Cam, it’s too funny.’
Cole was pleased with my assessment. He tried to hide it, but I saw the flush of pleasure on his neck and the little twitch to his mouth. I understood why. Cam was this hero who had swept in and saved him and his sister from a crappy life. Cam was everything Cole wanted to be.
We were silent for a while as we strolled down Leith Walk side by side until the thought of the pretty blonde who’d stared at Cole with open fascination came to mind. ‘So, if you’re not into the whiny blonde girl, is there someone else you like?’
In answer Cole flushed but surprised me by saying, while gazing at the ground, ‘There’s someone, but I’m too young for her. And I think she likes someone else anyway.’
A pang of deep affection echoed in my chest. ‘Dude, you really know how to boost a woman’s self-esteem.’
He smirked, but his eyes were searching when he finally gathered the courage to look at me. ‘I overheard Jo and Cam talking. I know about you and Nate and what he did. I told him I don’t hang out with idiots or ass**les, and seeing as he’s both, I was done.’
For some insane reason I felt bad for Nate. ‘Cole, while I appreciate your loyalty, and I really do, Nate is your friend. He cares about you. Don’t shut him out because of me.’
‘But he hurt you.’
‘Yes. And I’m angry at him. But he didn’t hurt you. So please don’t you be angry at him.’
Cole was quiet for a moment and then he said, ‘I think he feels bad. He’s been looking like shit lately.’
I pretended not to hear that. ‘That’s the third time you’ve cursed – you realize that, right?’
He shrugged.
‘Okay, I’ll leave the admonishing to Jo. Let’s talk about something less depressing. How’s school?’
‘You think that’s less depressing?’
‘It can’t be that bad.’
He shrugged.
‘Okay, how about art?’
That topic immediately opened him up. ‘I’m getting a tattoo on my eighteenth birthday. I’ve been drawing loads of different ideas.’
‘Oh? So, are you still thinking about becoming a tattoo artist?’
‘Aye, didn’t Jo tell you?’
‘Tell me what?’
‘Adam’s friend’s cousin owns a tattoo parlor down in Leith. He’s going to let me spend a couple of days a week there over the summer. After high school there might be a possibility of an apprenticeship with him. If he likes me, that is. He told me to keep all my drawings. Create, like, a portfolio.’
‘That’s brilliant. Wow, you are way more organized about life than I was at fifteen.’
He grunted. ‘Tell that to Jo. She wants me to go to college first.’
‘Maybe you should.’
‘We’ll see. Despite what she thinks, I have still got time.’
‘She just wants you to have choices in life, Cole.’
‘Aye,’ he said, his eyes softening. ‘I know that.’
The walk passed quickly as we talked about school and movies and books. He was a kid who was kind of taciturn with most people, and it was nice to be counted among the circle of friends and family he was willing to open up to.
Arriving at Jo and Cam’s flat, Cole shoved the door open. ‘I’m home!’
‘We’re in the kitchen!’ Jo called back.
Cole grimaced. ‘I’m not going in there,’ he whispered. ‘Sometimes when they think they’re alone they’re all … affectionate.’
I chuckled under my breath and followed him into the sitting room. He stopped abruptly and I had to sidestep his tall frame to see past him.
If a bus had driven through the wall and slammed into me, it wouldn’t have had any less of an impact than when I saw Nate sitting there. Our eyes collided and Nate slowly stood up from the couch. After a moment of helpless staring, my gaze drifted over him. Sporting a short beard and dark circles under his eyes, he looked exhausted and unkempt. It was so not like him.
‘Sorry, Liv,’ Cole apologized quietly. ‘I didn’t know he’d be here.’
‘It’s okay.’
‘How?’ Nate took a step toward me and I automatically took a step back. He stopped, swallowing hard as his eyes took me in, almost hungrily. ‘How are you?’
Before I could muster up some kind of reply to that stupid-ass question, the loud clack of heels in the hall grew in crescendo as they came toward us, and I turned, my eyes narrowing, as a tall redhead in a low-cut tank top and skinny jeans sashayed into the room in five-inch sandals. ‘That bathroom is gorgeous.’ She smiled politely at me before sidling up to Nate. Her toned arm slid around his waist and she pressed her br**sts against him. ‘Your friends have a really nice flat.’
Heat unlike anything I’d ever felt before flooded me. A fire blazed in my chest, the flames licking my throat and forestalling any words. Instead I just stood there glaring at them in impotent jealousy and heartbreak.
‘Liv?’ I turned at Jo’s voice and found her standing in the doorway, her features slack with surprise. ‘What are you –’