That’s the moment I realized it. The presentation. We’re standing there with sweaty palms and red faces, awaiting the board’s rejection, and then out of nowhere, Lia raises her voice. And she does it in the most fantastic way—not defensive, not offensive, just plain convincing. In that moment, she was confident as hell and impossible not to admire.
Of course Will loved it too, just for different reasons. He couldn’t stop bloody praising her. I wonder if she remembers what I said that night at Wonderland. I wonder if I tainted her opinion of him. I told her that Will was unfaithful and who knows what else. Which is not a lie . . . not all of it, anyway. Technically, he has cheated on me. But with men.
I met Will at an underground club ages ago. We were young teenagers in London, drunk on secrets and fear. Then again, secret and homosexual go hand in hand. I just can’t believe I almost told Lia everything. Will would kill me.
We have something special, he and I. It’s not exactly romance, but it’s a hell of a friendship. We take care of each other and maintain the necessary facade. As far as I’m concerned, Will and I are in a committed relationship.
That’s why I’ve had such mixed feelings about Lia. Of course she’s attractive, but it’s risky for so many reasons. When I’m around her, I want to be dangerously honest. I want to tell Amelia Cole how often I think about her. I want to tell her that Will and I are nothing more than best friends. Most of all, I want to tell her that I’ve fallen in love with her.