Maeve
“Don’t say your name? Why?”
“Just in that context. I don’t… we can’t—”
“I know,” I said hurriedly, feeling foolish. It couldn’t be personal. That had to be what he meant. I fidgeted, looking past him toward the door. He followed my gaze, then snapped his head back around, giving me a serious look.
“Leave them alone, Maeve. I know what you’re thinking.”
“I just really need to talk to Ernest—”
“No, you don’t.”
“You don’t understand, Aaron. Gemma is in a bit of a crisis right now—”
“Because they’re mates? That doesn’t sound like a crisis to me.” He stood there, staring at me blankly as my jaw dropped open.
“How the hell did you know that?”
“Uh, he told me? Is it supposed to be a secret—”
I turned from him, pacing over to a set of couches that had been pushed up against the wa
