Page 4 of The Sound Between Us
Simon, of course, made the connection his first week. His brain is wired for obscure 90s pop trivia. A cruel gift.
“Oh, have you seen Hailey on the front of Closer this morning?”
I groan.
“You know I don’t read magazines. What’s she done now?”
“Dating some rapper, apparently.”
“Dad will be thrilled.”
Simon looks at me, thoughtful. Then shrugs. Hailey Rogers. Twenty-two and scaling fame like it’s Everest. She’ll step on anything to get to the top.
“Fancy another coffee?”
“Skinny hazelnut with two shots.” He pats his tiny, irritatingly perfect arse. “Gotta keep this looking pretty.”
I grimace.
“Whatever you say.”
I’m still cringing as I push open the door to the café. Double Shot Latte is gone.
Flick’s at the counter.
“The strongest coffee you’ve got,” I say. “And a decent shot of Valium if you’re hiding any.”
She laughs. But I’m only half joking.
