Boyfriend Material (London Calling, #1)

by Alexis Hall

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At this, he went a little pink. “I’m sorry. I was upset and said some unfair things. Though in my defence, I’m not sure how you expected me to factor in the possibility that your behaviour was a result of your having received a cryptic message from your reclusive rock icon mother and having then learned that your estranged father, whose recent return to the limelight you profoundly resent, has a life-threatening illness.”

“Pro tip: Apologise or make excuses. Don’t do both.”

“It’s your decision, and I’ll support you either way, but yes. I think you should.” I made a plaintive noise. “After all,” he went on, “if it goes badly, you can walk away at any time.” “It’s just…it’s going to be all hard and messy.” “Lots of things are. Many of them are still worth doing.”

And, actually, thinking about it, it must be terribly jolly for one’s lady to be a gentleman. You can go to all the same clubs, have the same tailor, play on the same polo team. No metaphor intended.”