Always Remember

daughters pants.” I smirk.
    “You ’ve seen Saph, right?” He raises his eyebrows. “She’s fucking hot, Bing. Damn right I want in her pants.”
    “Well, this is awkward.” Saph laughs from the doorway. Mitch swears under his breath. I grin.
    “No girls in the work area, Saph,” Mitch grumbles.
    “I ’m wearing joggers and trainers. I’m not likely to trip and break my neck, Mitchell.” She sighs and shuts the door behind her, crossing the room to me. She smiles at me slyly and flicks her red hair over her shoulder. I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the wall.
    “ So. I hear you and Jen are a thing.” She crosses her fingers.
    “You would hear right,” I say smugly. I can ’t help it. I am a smug bastard.
    Saph smiles cheekily. “About time. You’ve been watching her ass shake on that dance floor for what, a year?”
    “ Summin’ like that,” I mutter.
    She laughs. “Does your ex know that?”
    My muscles tighten at the mention of Heidi. “She does. Jen told her pretty clearly on Saturday night. I believe the words “whore” and “street corner” were mentioned. And something about sexy getting lost.”
    Laughter bursts from Saph and she covers her hand with her mouth. “Oh my God. Why does all the good shit happen when I’m not around? Seriously?” She shakes her head. “I would have loved to have seen that bitch get her ass handed to her.”
    “By the sounds of it, Jen handed Heidi her ass, her tits, and her ten ton truck of supposed beauty products,” Mitch comments dryly. I chuckle.
    “That she did,” I agree.
    “Epic.” Saph grins again. “Anyway, perhaps – although I can’t actually imagine this – Jen didn’t make it clear enough to her that you’re off market. She’s been saying she went home with you Saturday night.”
    Through the annoyance bubbling up inside me, I smirk. “Well, that ’s kinda awkward.”
    “Lot of that going around today,” Mitch mumbles.
    “I’m not sayin’ it happened,” Saph backtracks, holding her hands up. “I’m just sayin’ what I heard.”
    “I never thought you did, Saph.” I click my tongue. “It’s just awkward for Heidi because I went home with Jen on Saturday night, and I most definitely didn’t leave until the next day.” I grin wolfishly.
    Mitch sniggers and slaps the wood. Saph’s mouth drops open a little before she composes herself and looks upwards.
    “You ’ve never been shy about your sex life, Bing, so I have no idea why I imagined you’d keep yours and Jen’s to yourself,” she mutters to the ceiling.
    “Use that to quench those fuckin ’ rumours,” I say firmly. “Heidi could wangle her way into a monk’s pants, so why she’s so desperate to be back in mine I don’t know.”
    Saph looks back at me, her eyes twinkling. “From what I’ve heard…” Mitch coughs in the background, and Saph grins. “I’m-”
    “Just sayin’, we know,” I finish for her. “But seriously, anyone you hear say that I spent the night with Heidi, tell them I was at Jen’s all night.”
    “Well, okay.” She shrugs. “But how are you gonna prove it?”
    “What do you want? A sex tape?” I raise my eyebrow. “ ‘Cause while I love sex with Jen and would love to watch her come over and over again, I’m not into taping it.”
    Saph purses her lips, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. “You always have to make an innocent question dirty, don’tcha?” I smile. “You could just do something to show them you’re together.”
    “Like what, Ms. Relationship Expert?”
    “Put it on Facebook.”
    I snort, and Mitch laughs. “Put it on fuckin’ Facebook?” he asks. “Are you for real, Sapphire?”
    She leans to the side, her eyebrows raised, and stares him down. “When you actually have a girlfriend, you can ask me that question.”
    “You two seriously just need to fuck already,” I mutter under my breath.
    Saph ’s eyes shoot to mine. “What was that?”
    “ Nothin’. What was that about Facebook?”
    “Put it on Facebook. Then everyone could see it.”
    “Mate. You’re not seriously considering this shit, are you?” Mitch puts his tools down, wipes his hands off, and stands next to me.
    I shrug a shoulder. “If it means Heidi might stop with her shit, then yeah, I am. And I guess Facebook is pretty exclusive, so it ’s another thing to show Jen I’m serious.”
    Saph examines her nails. “Nothing is official until it’s on Facebook.”
    “What ’s that? An unwritten rule of