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"She's cute," Kyle said, as soon as he'd settled into his seat.
I pulled away from the kerb, following the taillights of Ethan's truck.
"Like a miniature Marilyn Monroe," he continued. "Except with glasses. And much cooler hair."
I glanced his way as we hit a junction, my gaze skimming over his hair, only a shade or two darker than Liv's.
I'd been right. He and Ethan had totally seen my goodbye to Liv. And they'd definitely mentioned it, when I'd pulled up alongside Ethan's pickup for Kyle to jump in with me.
Turning back to the road, I manoeuvred us out onto the B-road, watching how the lights on Ethan's ride lit the wet tarmac up with a red glow.
"Now I've seen her for myself, I get why you were in there all night."
I ignored him. Bastard was only goading me, anyway.
"Leaving
