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She frowned. Chris had gone to sleep with her. Where was he? Downstairs?

“Chris?” she called.

There was no answer, so she climbed out of bed and walked down the stairs. There were no cooking noises from the kitchen, the bathroom door was open, and he wasn’t in the living room. She looked out the window and saw his car was gone.

He’d left without saying goodbye to her. Snuck out like a thief in the night.

That son of a bitch!

Kelly ran upstairs to get clothes on, furiously pulling on her jeans over a pair of bikini panties. She couldn’t believe that Chris, of all people, would bail after sex.

She slipped a tank top on over her sports bra and went to get her keys from the counter downstairs. He was going to get a piece of her mind, and then some. Hitting and quitting your best friend was all kinds of wrong.

Kelly pushed the speed limit on her way out of Sweetheart and when she parked in front of Chris’s house in Somerset, she was beyond reason. She marched up his porch and tried the knob, but it was locked.

So, she did what any woman would in her situation. She pounded on his door at six in the morning.

“Christian Thomas Ryan, you get your ass down here and open this door!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! She slammed her fist against the wood until it creaked under the weight. She was ready to pound some more, but she heard a rush of footsteps inside and Chris threw the door open, wearing nothing but a scowl and a towel.

“What in the fuck are you yelling about?”

“You left me!”

“What?”

She pushed him back into the house and closed the door behind her. “You made love to me and then left after. You literally hit it and quit it with me.”

Kelly saw his mouth twitch and she pointed her finger at him. “If you laugh at me, you can kiss your balls good-bye.”

Chris wiped all humor from his face and grabbed her other hand, which was still pressed against his chest. “I didn’t ditch you. I woke you up an hour ago to tell you I was coming home to check on Fungi.”

Kelly froze. “You did?”

“Yeah, and you said, ‘okay.’ I figured I’d get cleaned up and bring you back some breakfast. Then, change your bandage before you headed into work.”

Kelly wracked her brain, but none of this was ringing any bells. “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, I did,” he said, frowning down at her. “I can’t believe you thought I would take off on you.”

Her face burned with shame. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I was just surprised when I woke up alone and there was no note. I thought…that maybe your regretted it and took off so you didn’t have to deal with me.”

“Geez, what the hell, Kelly?” He cupped her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “I swear, I said I was coming home. No matter what is going on with us, I would never hurt you. I thought you knew that.”

Kelly did, at least, she thought she did. But this was her first time since Ray and she’d waited five years with him. They’d had a future planned. There was no plan with Chris. They’d slept together, and he’d said they would see where things went. It left her uneasy.

“I’m sorry. Of course, I believe you. This is just a first for me, and I don’t know how to handle it.”

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“I told you, no matter what, we’re still Chris and Kelly. We are still the same people we were before last night. No matter what happens, we need to remember that.”

But what are we together?

She didn’t ask though, mostly because she was scared that she didn’t know what answer she wanted him to give. Everything was just getting more complicated, and she didn’t like it.

“How’s your wrist?”

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