Chapter 3: Suspicions

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Chapter 3: Suspicions

Julian watched Noel closely. He seemed…ecstatic.  Though he may not have shown it back at the apartment, he certainly was now. They both paused outside the post office and waited as Freddie went inside.

“You like her, don’t you?” Julian asked, his voice stern. He wasn’t sure if he liked this little development or not.

“Who?” Noel asked, faking being startled.

“Shannon. Freddie’s niece.” Julian folded his arms and waited patiently as Noel looked at the ground and pulled imaginary lint off his clothes.

“Alrigh’, yes. I do. I like her.” He glared, suddenly defensive. “Happy?”

“Not even remotely.” Julian admitted. “But that’s because I sort of think of her as a little sister and get a little over protective of her…” Julian shrugged. “I’m not denying you’d be good for her… very good for her actually. Once you got to know her, you two would get on like a house on fire!”

“And that’s a problem, is it?” Noel looked back at Julian, confused.

“Well…” Julian shrugged. “I know you. If she doesn’t make you laugh you’ll stop liking her, and it takes a while for her to, well, open up.”

“Pfft,” Noel rolled his eyes. “Julian, I like her. She’s cute… but I’m not the one you’re going to have to worry about.”

“Beg pardon?” Julian frowned and cocked his head to one side.

“You forgot about Russell.” Noel replied casually as Freddie came out of the post office and they began walking down the street again.

Julian’s frown turned worrying. Noel was right… He had forgotten about Russell.

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