Under Pressure (No Pressure, No Diamonds Book 1) by Kara Greenan

Author:Kara Greenan [Greenan, Kara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ink & Smith Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-02-12T18:30:00+00:00

London, present day

“Avoiding Sebastian is a shitty plan,” Amelia says, looking at him in the mirror while applying the finishing touches to her make up. She applies it every morning religiously and London has had almost half an hour to explain himself since she started.

“It’s not. It’s practical.”

She sighs but doesn’t object. Or maybe she’s just tired of hearing him prattle on about this topic.

“Do you want me to – I don’t know, help you select your shoes?”

She raises an eyebrow at him through the mirror before getting up and retrieving some strappy and unbelievably high-heeled shoes from her walk-in closet – a walk-in closet that’s roughly the size of London’s first apartment.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

He throws his hands up in frustration. “Now I can’t even be the gay best friend with the great fashion advice?’

She finishes strapping on one shoe. “Stop sprouting clichés. And I have a better fashion sense than you ever will.”

“I know.” He sighs. ”You look fantastic, by the way.”

Amelia gets up to check her outfit it the mirror before accepting the compliment graciously. “Thank you.”

She looks up at him. “You feeling better?”

“Sure.” He wonders if that’s true.

“It’s better this way,” she says, her eyes soft. She’s referring to the late night talk they had yesterday, after the bread van incident and emotional roller coaster in the pub afterwards, and the conclusion they’d come to together. It’s the very same conclusion he’d reached on his own, namely to keep his distance from now on. “You’ll find someone else.”

“Despite the fact I’m a bit insane sometimes?”

She steps up to him, taller now in her heels and tips his chin up with a perfectly manicured hand. “Because of it. And we’re all a little bit insane, when it comes down to it.”

A feeling of resolve settles in his gut, buoying his mood considerably. “You go on ahead without me, I need to pick something up on the way.”

Judging by the look on her face, that must sound more ominous than it really is.

He laughs. “I just need to change into some fresh clothes. I won’t even be late because of it.”

When he walks into the meeting twenty minutes late, the statement is still true. He’d arrived home in record time, jumped into the shower and gotten dressed with plenty of time to spare. So much time, in fact, that he’d decided to go buy himself a freshly brewed tea. If the line had been longer than expected, he really couldn’t be blamed.

He pulls down the ends of his jumper to cover his fingers as he sits down with his legs folded underneath him on the last available armchair. The paper cup is steaming hot, yet just the right amount of warmth through the fabric of his jumper. No one mentions him being late. It’s not like they aren’t used to it. And whatever reaction Sebastian might be having London doesn’t know, because he resolutely ignores his staring. He doesn’t even glance in his general direction.

“We need to get into the server room before the event,” Frankie says.

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