Chapter Eighteen
“Andi? Andi!” Livi snaps her fingers in front of my face.
I blink. “I’m sorry, what? Were you saying something?”
“No, you were saying something.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. I got to bed waaaaay too late last night.” And I was woken way too early when a cushion flew across the room and hit my face. Well, it was after 8 am, but it felt way too early. Noah had already put the blanket away and piled the cushions onto the armchair. He said goodbye and left—with The Italian Hoax under his arm—and I lay in bed for a while in a half-asleep zombie state.
Then I woke up fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet Livi, and my car wouldn’t start, and Damien wouldn’t answer his phone, and I ended up asking Noah for a lift—because I forgot that he doesn’t have a car.
