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Kady is sitting on the couch next to Hannah when I walk in, her entire body shaking and I stop in the entryway as we stare at each other, neither one of us sure what to say. That’s never happened to us before. We’ve always been able to talk to each other and I hate the way it burns through me to know that’s changed.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I ask, my voice sounding far more accusatory than I intended and she sucks in a breath as her gaze hardens and she stands.

“Go to hell, Noah.”

She stalks past me and I reach out, grabbing her hand to stop her. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Let me go,” she whispers, fury in her tone as she rips her hand out of mine with so much force that I have to take a step back to catch myself. She takes off down the hallway and I take a step to follow her when Hannah steps out in front of me and plants her hand on my chest. She’s just as angry as Kady, visions of murder playing out across her face.

“You’d better pull your goddamn head out of your ass before you lose her, Noah… for good this time.”

She follows Kady down the hallway and I stand in the entryway like an idiot because I have no clue what to do in this situation. Obviously, Kady and I got off the rails somewhere along the way but I have no idea how to fix it.

Do I talk to her?

Do I leave her alone?

Finally, I decide to try and talk to her so I walk down the hallway and lean against the door frame as Kady throws clothes into a bag. My heart stops.

“Going somewhere?”

She glances up, anger warring with the pain in her eyes. “Yes. I’m spending the night at Hannah’s.”

“Don’t you think we should talk? Try and work this out?”

“I’m beginning to wonder if we even can,” she admits, tears filling her eyes as pain pierces through me.

“Please don’t say that, baby.”

Throwing her hands up, she tosses the bag on the bed. “I don’t know what else to do. You won’t talk to me, Noah. We’ve always been able to talk to each other but ever since I told you about Thomas, you’ve shut down on me.”

“Maybe you guys just need to take a breather,” Hannah suggests, all the anger gone from her expression. Kady sighs and meets my gaze.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

I shake my head. “Please, Kady. Don’t leave tonight. Stay here and we’ll work this out.”

“No,” she whispers, dropping her gaze to the floor and my stomach feels like a goddamn rock. “I think we need a little bit of space. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

I can’t even speak as she picks up her bag and walks across the room. With me in the doorway, she can’t get past me and I open my mouth to object again when she gives me a pleading look. Sighing, I move so she can step past me and she reaches out, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze before she disappears into the living room with Hannah on her heels. It’s almost like she was saying good-bye and I press my fist to my chest as it tightens.

Fuck.

Is it already too late?

Have I already lost her?

Chapter Seventeen

Kady

“Good luck,” Hannah says, flashing me a sympathetic smile as I stare up at the front door of the cabin and suck in a breath. I haven’t spoken to Noah since I left with Hannah yesterday despite all the texts he sent me during the night, begging me to come back. If I could, I might just stay away forever but I know he and I need to talk. Too bad I have no idea what I’m going to say.

“Thanks, Han.”

She nods. “Of course. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“‘Kay.”