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My sister chuckles. “Someone has to become a lawyer and keep you guys out of prison.”
“Oh, come on,” I press. “We're not that bad.”
“No, of course not,” she deadpans. “Knox was just almost charged with murder. And Zayn nearly got killed trying to keep you away from a psychotic drug dealer.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Okay, fair enough. Study on.”
“Thank you.”
Finishing my beer, I grab another from the fridge and pass one to Zayn. After he finally figured out how he plans on proposing, he spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls. Apparently, finding pyrotechnics who are willing and able to spell out a question in burning flames is not the easiest thing to do. When he found one who will, he damn near threw a party.
“I cannot wait for this semester to be over,” Amelia vents. “Between my course load and work, I'm exhausted.”
“Did you ask Kennedy about taking over a few of your shifts?” Zayn asks her.
My attention is fully grasped at the mention of my ex. Even if I wanted to, I don't have the ability to ignore it.
“Yeah. She and Tye are figuring it out,” she answers.
I lean forward on the island. “Speaking of Kennedy, how is she?”
“Easton.”
She hates giving me updates. She says it feels like betraying her best friend. For a while I was playing the brother card, but that only lasted until she found out about my fuck-up. Then it was null and void. I have to rely on other methods to get it out of her.
“Come on. Please?” My eyes widen in a way I know she has trouble ignoring.
As she looks back at Zayn, I watch something pass between them. It's silent but scary, and it immediately forms a pit in my stomach.
“Okay, now you have to tell me,” I demand. “What the hell is going on? Is she okay?”
Amelia sighs. “She's fine.”
“Then what was that look for?”
The worst thoughts start to pass through my mind as I try to figure it out, because whatever is actually going on doesn't seem fine at all. If it was fine, she wouldn't be so afraid to tell me. She glances back at Zayn again but this time I won't stand for it.
“Stop looking at him,” I growl. “Tell me what the fuck is up.”
Running her fingers through her hair, she gives me a sad smile. “She's just been hanging out with Alec a lot lately. She says they're just friends, but I don't know.”
Alec.According to Amelia, Alec is someone Kennedy knows from back home. They were neighbors or some shit, and he's been helping keep her “distracted.” Yeah, right. More like he's been trying to get in her pants. I'd bet money that it hasn't happened yet. Kennedy isn't like that. But it's only a matter of time before he has her brainwashed into thinking he's what she wants. There's always an ulterior motive with fuckheads like him.
“That's it,” I say, determined. “I'm going to talk to her.”
As I head for the door, Amelia jumps up and runs over to block it. “You don't want to do that.”
“Like fuck I don't. You said all I had to do was give her space! You said she'd come back to me!”
“I said she might come back to you,” she clarifies. “There's a lot of hurt there, E. You've got to give her time to get over that.”
“What if she never does?” I shout, feeling the panic of losing her for good. “What if she falls for someone else and never spares me a second thought?”
Amelia puts a hand on my arm. “Then you'll have to move on.”
“I don't want to!”
“I know.”
