“Gonna agree to your terms if you stop seein’ that fuckin’ guy.”
Good thing she had already decided on breaking things off with Glen. It wasn’t fair to keep dating him if she was sleeping with Zeke. No, Glen and her hadn’t been committed, but she still felt guilty.
She didn’t want Glen to think he had a shot with her when he no longer did.
“Deal.”
His lips pursed and the corners of his eyes crinkled.
She rolled her eyes again, this time adding a shake of her head. “Don’t make me regret this deal.”
Kyra sippedat her iced latte, more to keep herself from wringing her hands than the fact she was enjoying it.
Because she wasn’t. Her stomach was churning because she wasn’t looking forward to this conversation with Glen.
He was a great guy.
He was responsible.
He was great with Ledger.
He’d been more than patient.
Glen was everything she hoped Zeke would be.
The second she set her latte back down, Glen smiled and reached across the table to envelope her hand in his. She let him have it for a minute because she wanted to let him down easy.
Even so, it was going to be difficult.
Glen had done nothing wrong and was probably a much better man for her than Zeke, but in good conscience, she couldn’t date one man while being unable to stop thinking about—or sleeping with—another.
And again, whether she liked it or not, Zeke was her kryptonite.
She needed to get this over with and not drag it out. “Thank you for meeting with me, Glen.”
“Of course. I’ve missed you. Ledger, too. I thought I might have done something to make you pull away.”
She pressed the hand he wasn’t holding against her thigh under the table. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong. Sorry I’ve been distant, but there’s a reason.”
Glen released her hand and sat back, worry creasing his brow. “Are you okay?”
That was debatable. “Yes, I…”Just do it. Glen doesn’t deserve to be strung along. “I’m fine. So is Ledger. My lifehas gone in a different direction and I’m trying to deal with it.”
The creases in his forehead deepened. “Okay?”
“The truth is, Glen?—”
When the bell over the coffeeshop’s door jingled, Glen glanced beyond Kyra and then scowled.
Oh no.
She didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder. She didn’t have to because Ledger appeared at the table. “Mommy! Daddy said I could get a hot chocolate!”
She blinked at her three-year-old who was bouncing on his toes in excitement.
Who shouldn’t be at Above the Ground.
Who certainly didn’t need a hot chocolate in warm weather.
