I can’t help but snort. “Why would he do that?”
“He’s changed a lot since he’s moved here. He’s a lot closer with Linden and since it’s his birthday, I guess he’s just trying to be a good brother and make up for lost time.” She shoots me a wry look over her shoulder. “Why all the questions?”
Was I asking questions? “No reason.”
“You don’t like Bram much, do you?” she notes as she swipes her key card and the door buzzes open.
“I like Bam,” Ava says, mispronouncing his name. I don’t bother to correct her.
“No you don’t,” I say. “You just like shiny things, like his car.”
“I like Bam,” she says again, this time more forceful.
I look at Steph who is watching me with interest. “What?”
“I don’t know. It’s just after the wedding, every time his name comes up, I can literally see you shudder. Did something happen?”
I shake my head, trying to keep a straight face.
“Because,” she goes on in a conspirator tone and peers at me closer, “Kayla says she saw you and Bram come out from behind the bushes. You were holding onto his arm.”
“Is Kayla here?” Because I’m going to kill her.
“She’ll be at the bar later,” she says. “So, was that true?”
“That was like, six months ago. I don’t remember. We may have talked but that’s it, I swear.” And way to wait that long to bring it up with me, Steph, I add in my head.
She raises her eyebrows. Most people aren’t usually very good at reading me. I guess I don’t give them enough to go on. But Steph has always been succinct at getting through my layers and it takes a lot not to look away.
“Just talked,” she muses and jabs the button for the elevator. “All right then. Well, I’m glad you just talked because you know he’s bad news.”
“You were just going on about how much he’s changed!”
“Yeah, and he has. But I still wouldn’t let any of my friends date him. Well, Kayla maybe, but not you.”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that. He’s definitely not my favorite person. And you know how I feel about guys like him.”
“I do know,” she says. “But I have to watch out for you, that’s all. Remember when you had a crush on your gynecologist? You would have said something to him if I hadn’t made you promise.”
My cheeks grow warm at the memory. “He was such a nice guy. And so mature.”
“He was mature about your vagina and that’s because he had to be.”
Moments later, we step into her apartment and I’m glad for the change of subject. Music thumps from the speakers and we find Linden, his best friend James and his girlfriend Penny in the kitchen drinking beer and laughing.
“God, it’s loud!” Steph screeches and runs over to the stereo to turn it down. She shoots me an apologetic look and the rest of them a scathing one. It tickles me to see how overprotective of Ava she can be sometimes.
“Sorry!” Linden yells and then when he sees me, gives me a wolf whistle, looking me up and down. For a second there I think he’s a lot like his brother – the same cheeky smile with dimples, the same dark brows, thick hair and masculine jawline. But when he comes over and pulls me into a hug, I feel no judgement or ulterior motives. So, no, nothing like Bram at all.
He pulls away and holds me at arm’s length. “You’re looking pretty spiffy, lady.”
“Spiffy?” I repeat. “Never heard that one before.”
“I’ve always been original,” he says with a wink.
He then says hi to Ava who smiles at him shyly like she always does. Ever since she learned he can fly in the sky, albeit in a helicopter, she’s been bashful around him like he’s some kind of superhero.
I say hi James and Penny, complimenting Penny on her new cherry red and rhinestone glasses. The two have always been a bit more alternative than I’m used to and I always feel a bit uncool around them with their tattoos, piercings and fun lives. James runs our “local” bar, The Burgundy Lion, and Penny apparently now works in web design for porn sites. Luckily, they’re hella nice.
I quickly get Ava a cup of orange juice cut with water (I don’t like her to have much sugar) and spend the next half hour sipping my wine slowly and listening to people’s conversations. When someone starts talking about work, Steph deftly switches the subject, knowing I’m not ready to talk about what happened.
While Linden makes my hungry monkey pasta with cheese and I scarf down the sliders and prawn rolls he prepared for the rest of us, my mind keeps wondering when Bram is coming back. It’s just that I want to know that I’ll get my booster seat at the end of the night (those things ain’t cheap), unless he’s also volunteered to drive me home. I’m not sure how his new girlfriend, or whoever she is, will feel about that but I guess it’s sort of a given when you’re dealing with someone like him.