“Better me than you,” agreed JoJo quietly. “And he… I… It’s been a long time. I never expected you to forgive him. I don’t think he did either, really. I think he just got caught up in the moment.”

That was Miles. Of course, the last time he’d got caught up in the moment, it had been the moment when he was selling… Oh, for fuck’s sake, let it go. It’s not about you anymore. “Good because I-I don’t. I know I said I was sorry about your wedding, but I stand by everything I told him.”

“And that’s fine.” JoJo smiled at me. And it was weirdly comforting to be reassured by a man with no sense of irony. “You weren’t there for him. You were there for me. And you showed me that even if the worst happens, it’ll be…I’ll be fine.” He paused. And then added in a slightly vulnerable way, “You seem really happy, Luc.”

“I am really happy,” I replied, slightly too aggressively. “And look…” Was I going to let myself say this? Okay, apparently I was. “As much as I hate to admit it, I honestly don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. Like you said, it’s been a long time and Miles is a different person now.”

Of course, that person was still a prick. But details.

“Really?” JoJo looked at me with devastating hope in his eyes.

“I wish I could say, ‘Once a fuck-you-overer, always a fuck-you-overer’ but…” I sighed. Having to see your ex as a person sucked. Having to see the man your ex married as a person double sucked. “For the last couple of years I’ve been dating a wonderful guy, and he’d want me to say that everybody makes mistakes. And sometimes they make mistakes that hurt other people. But that doesn’t mean they should be judged by those mistakes for the rest of their lives.” I took a deep breath. This felt almost cleansing. “Then again,” I added, “fool me once bitten leopards don’t change their spots, so take your pick.”

JoJo laughed, and it sounded a bit…sad. And that made me feel bad because somebody that sparkly shouldn’t be sad. “I think I already have,” he said. “And I think, when it comes to love, it’s worth rolling the dice.”

I was about to try and say something wise—or at least come up with something wise I could then decide not to say—but the door opened and Rhys stuck his head in. “I say, JoJo, I was just thinking. You wouldn’t want to do a collaboration, would you?”

To his credit, JoJo somehow managed not to tell him to fuck right off. “What sort of collaboration?”