Cynthia had settled back into the boat, facing him so she was riding backward. ‘Do you like my nails?’ She waved her fingers at him. The nails were painted pink.
No. I won’t tell you, I barked. I’m not here to be your distraction. You don’t need to worry about me. Ian, pull it together and focus on your fight. I’m not your problem. I headed for the door.Kenzie, wait.
I pulled the door open and stepped out, stumbling on my bag, which had been placed right outside the door. Chris must have put it there. I pulled out the handle and started wheeling it to the elevator.Kenzie, he shouted down the hall after me.I hit the Down button on the elevator, then turned to him. Ian, a while back you promised me that you would win this fight. I’ve got my stuff, and Alexa will make sure I get home. You make sure you don’t break that promise you made to me. You win your fight. The door to the elevator opened and I stepped inside.
The truth of my words hit me as the doors closed. I was a distraction to Ian. That was all I was, and all I would ever be. As long as I was around, he’d be unable to see his dream fulfilled.I didn’t want to be the one standing between him and his dream. I cared about him too much.
Kenzie was gone. I couldn’t believe she was fucking gone. As much as I wanted to curl her body next to mine and spoon her all last night, I could tell she needed space. It was written in the tearstains on her face.
Still I’d assumed, after what we’d been through together, that she would end up with me. I let myself believe that when she held my hand last night. But she’d marched out like she couldn’t wait to leave. She was done with me. Wasn’t even going to stick around long enough to see the fight, the fight I’d been prepping for my whole life. I thought she knew how much it meant to me. How much she meant to me.I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow to my chest. He told me.
No. It’s not like that. I don’t like Braden. Well, okay, I was crushing on him for a while, but we’re friends. We can’t like each other like that. It was more embarrassing than hurtful, I said, remembering the humiliation that night by the fence.Does he like another girl?
No. Well, actually, yes. One I introduced him to.What does she have that you don’t?