After a slight pause that came close to uncomfortable, Niamh and Juliette spoke up at the same time.
“What’s his name?”
“Do you have a picture?”
I hesitated, then figured why not? I flicked through his i********:—for such a hot guy, his pictures sure didn’t do him justice—until I found a photo that was acceptable. I held the phone out to Juliette, and Rose leaned over to peek. I wished she wouldn’t, but I couldn’t exactly ask her to keep her nose out of it, could I? “His name’s Will,” I said.
Juliette and Rose made identical taken-aback expressions. “I know,” I said. “He’s out of my league, right?”
“Don’t knock yourself,” Niamh chided, holding her hand out to see. Juliette passed it to her silently. Niamh checked the photo, then turned it back around to Juliette. “Wait, Will—”
“He’s
