Page 102 of Unsuitable

When I reach the second floor, I realize that all of my cleaning products are downstairs in the utility room that I never made it to.

Bugger.

Well, I’m not going back down there now in case he’s still in the kitchen.

I’ll strip the beds first, and by the time I’m done and ready to wash the bedding, he should be in his office, and I’ll be safe to go downstairs.

I walk into his bedroom and see that his bed is made.

Knowing that Kas never makes his bed, I know that he hasn’t slept in it. That leaves an uneasy feeling in my gut.

Maybe he hooked up with someone else at the club after he walked out on me…

Nope. Not even going to go there.

I throw the duvet cover back and pick up a pillow with a little more force than necessary.

Kas’s scent is all over it.

Ugh.

I tug off the pillowcase and angrily toss the pillow behind me.

I hear a thud.

Crap.

Turning, I see that I knocked over a glass of water that was on his nightstand.

“Perfect,” I mutter angrily to myself.

Water spilling everywhere, I dash into Kas’s bathroom and grab a towel before jogging back into his room.

Fortunately, the only other thing on the nightstand is the lamp, so cleaning up the spillage isn’t too difficult. I lift the lamp, drying off the base. Then, I wipe down the sides of the nightstand and dry off the water that hit the carpet.

I notice the top drawer is slightly ajar.

Worried water might have gotten inside, I pull it open and dry off the lip of the drawer, eyes checking the contents.

All looks good.

Then, my eyes snag on a photograph that’s tucked down the side.

I pick it up. I notice that something is written in cursive on the back.

HALEY HALLIWELL. PROM. 2009.

I turn the photo over in my hands. Staring back at me is a pretty girl.

Really pretty.

She looks young. Maybe eighteen. Long blonde hair that’s curled around her shoulders. She’s wearing a stunning pink dress that goes to her ankles, and she has silver heels on her feet.

And she’s wearing a huge, bright beaming smile on her face, her eyes shining with happiness.

It’s a smile of adoration…of love. And it was clearly meant for whomever was standing behind the camera.

Kas.