Wasn’t he always? Lena barely saw them apart – she had her theories as to why but politely kept them to herself – so it hardly seemed like news.

“Careful you don’t give it to him.”

Peering at him over her drink she tried to assess whether the double entendre might be enough to make him blush. Certainly he could do with a little colour and she desperately wanted to be proven right: having friends that were like her would be wonderful – perhaps they would know how she was supposed to go about the business of finding someone who looked at her like Kieran did Jude.

“Unless he has it already, of course.” She added, eyebrow raised.

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