"You sneaky bitch. Will's barely yesterday's news, and you're fucking someone already. Tell all. Is he hot?"
“Layla, oh my god, it’s not like that. It was and is so damn complicated with Kace.” I let out a sigh.
“His name alone has me all hot and bothered.”
I frown.
“Fine, fine, you have my ear.”
“We ran into each other, while Will and I were still together.”
She cocks an eyebrow, and I swat her thigh. “Not like that. Anyway, we started seeing each other shortly after I ended things with Will. The thing is, I'm not sure what we are, to be honest. He is moody and temperamental and secretive, but I'm falling for him. Hard."
“You have got it bad.” She covers her mouth. “I need to meet this man.”
“Can you be serious?” I scold her.
“Look, babe, the only way you’re going to know where you stand with this guy is to bite the bullet. If you’re already this into him, where is the harm in telling him?”
“Uhm . . . He could think I’m an idiot, falling for him so fast.”
“Some people are together for years and never feel what you’re feeling right now. Who's to say when or how quickly people should fall in love?”
“Hey, I didn’t say anything about love.”
“But your eyes do.”
I sit thinking about what she said a long time after she cashed up for the day and left with her biker boyfriend.
I pick up my phone. Still no messages.
I should just go home, have a quiet night in, and wait for him to call me. He must be busy if he isn’t calling me.
Chapter 13
Kace
The words pour out of me like a waterfall. I barely leave my kitchen table, and my laptop battery has heated twice to the point that I became afraid it would crash. My fingers dance over the keyboard, punching out words I never knew existed. I’ve taken two bathroom breaks, drank endless cups of coffee, and have not eaten anything all day.
Kenzie inspires me. She’s the missing piece in my puzzle, and now that I’ve found her, my muse, I will not be letting her go. I can still remember the way she looked this morning, her hair like a veil over her face, her slender arms over her head, her breathing shallow.
The soft swell of her breasts in my palms, the curve of her back as I pulled her closer to me. The gentle snoring, and the flutter of her heart beating against her chest. And then it came to me, what I’ve been missing all this time.
Who would have thought that a year after I started this story I’ll be so close to an end? I can see it, reach for it, almost touch it. I look at my phone. It is past seven p.m. There is a reply from Kenzie, a couple of messages from Jax, and a missed call from Dr. Willis.
I hop into the shower and get ready as fast as I can. I have to tell her in person. She has to know.
I step out of the lift of her apartment and rush down the hallways to her door. I pick up my hand to ring the doorbell and pause. I'm elated. I can barely breathe. It's like I've crossed over this colossal hurdle that was in my way.
I ring the bell and step back, digging my hands in my pockets. I grin as the door opens, and my face falls when I take in the person in front of me. Instead of Kenzie, a tall man in a suit stands before me. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Can I help you?” he asks smugly.
“Is Kenzie here?” I falter, uncertain why. There’s a possessiveness I notice in his eyes.
“She's in the shower. She'll likely be a while," he answers, his hands folded across his chest.
"And who, might I ask, are you?” He gives me that once-over rich people do. When they look at you and know you're not in their league.
