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Just like that, whatever chance I had of avoiding him slammed shut with bone-rattling finality.
Kai’s face didn’t betray any emotions when I stopped next to him and took Clarissa’s vacated seat. I would stand—easier and faster to escape that way—but I feared my knees would crumple and I’d collapse against him like one of those swooning maidens in vintage romance novels.
“I ran into Clarissa in the bathroom.”Stick to the script. “She’s not feeling well, and she told me to tell you she had to leave.”
Fortunately, I didn’t mess up my lines.Unfortunately, they came out hoarse and scratchy, like I was on the verge of tears.
“I see.” Kai’s expression was an impenetrable fortress. “Thank you for letting me know.”
The sound of his voice was so beautiful and familiar it evacuated the air from my lungs. It took every ounce of willpower not to dwell on how much I wanted to fall into his arms. To kiss him and pretend our breakup never happened and that we were still living in our happy bubble on Jade Cay.
K + I.
It’s scientifically proven, my love.
The pressure in my chest doubled, and I was saved only by the bartender, who showed up a millisecond before I did something stupid like cry in the middle of a crowded room.
I shoved my emotions down and ordered a strawberry gin and tonic. I didn’t know what possessed me to orderthatparticular drink, but it was too late to change it.
Kai’s shoulders visibly stiffened. A fissure cracked his stony mask, and memories leaked into the air between us like ink spilling on a blank canvas.
What can I get for you?
Gin and tonic. Strawberry flavored.
You think translating a five-hundred-page novel into Latin by hand isrelaxing?
You’ll finish it…you’re too strong not to.
We’re so close, Isa.
Don’t give up on us. Not now. Not like this.
I drew a shaky breath against the rise of tears and accepted my drink from the bartender. “I received an interesting email last week from a literary agent. Jill Sherman. I don’t suppose you know anything about that.”
I should’ve returned to my table, but I didn’t want to leave him yet. Being near him again was like coming home during a rainstorm. Warm. Safe.Right.
Kai relaxed a smidge. “It depends,” he said, his tone measured. “What did she want?”
“She asked for a revise and resubmit.” I took a fortifying sip. “I made her edits and sent her the full manuscript tonight. That’s why we’re here.” I gestured at my friends, who quickly looked away and pretended they hadn’t been staring. “To celebrate.”
A flicker of pride softened Kai’s face. “You finished the book.”
“Yeah.” I mustered a weak smile. “Thanks to a handy digital typewriter.” It forced me to keep writing instead of going back and deleting every other sentence.
“It wasn’t the typewriter that wrote the story, Isabella,” he said, his voice low. “It was you.”
My heart twisted itself into knots. The last time we talked, I broke up with him and kicked him out of my apartment, yet he was still encouraging me like I hadn’t dragged us both into hell.
“Why did you do it?” I asked. “I thought you didn’t even read the manuscript. You never said anything…”
“If I’d said anything, you would’ve tried to stop me.” Kai gave a small shake of his head. “Perhaps I overstepped by sending it to Jill without consulting you, but I didn’t want you agonizing over it. Your story isgood, whether she accepted it or not.” His face softened further. “Although I’m glad she did.”
“Me too,” I whispered. I wasn’t upset with him for sending her the chapters; I was more upset at myself for not having the courage to send them earlier.
I used to think I was the one who pushed Kai out of his comfort zone, and maybe I did. But he did the exact same for me, only in a different way.
There was no growth without risk, no progress without change.
