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She could have gone on and on, ending with what had just happened in the truck, but she couldn't even get the first sentence out. How could she ever tell Sarah any of it?
“You're kidding. He seemed like the perfect guy for you on the app!”
Kayla's cheeks grew red hot and she was glad her friend couldn't see her face. “Yeah. He was, on paper.”
She placed her key in her door.
“What happened?”
Kayla cringed. Her friend's question brought forth far too many vivid memories.
“Nothing. He was just too old.”
Kayla flinched all over again. It was a dumb excuse.
Sarah laughed haughtily. “You love older men! You love everything old.”
Kayla's jaw tightened. Her friend was right. And Lance was most definitely not too old. At least, not in her book. He might have been twenty-two years older than she was, but theywere werewolves. They could live for hundreds of years. They might have 150 years left on the earth together.
Kayla's insides fluttered at the thought. Lance was gorgeous. He was a gentleman. He clearly cared for her.But he's Sarah's dad!
Turning the key in the lock, she released it to press her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose. She was beginning to get a terrible stress headache.
“Sarah, can I call you back later? I've just finished work and I'm super tired after last night,” she said, hoping that would be enough to put her friend off for a while.
“You better!” Sarah insisted. “I need to know everything!”
I'm not even sure I know,Kayla thought, but through gritted teeth she promised, “I will.”
With that, she ended the call and pushed open the door.
The scent that hit her the second she walked in made her skin crawl.That's impossible.
Yet there Stan was. He leaned against the kitchen archway with his arms crossed over his chest, a cocky expression on his face as he said, “I've been waiting all afternoon for you.”
Bile threatened to choke Kayla, but she forced her back to straighten and her hands into fists. “What the hell are you doing in here, Stan?”
“I told you earlier, Kay, I miss you. I want you back. I want you to see I've changed.”
Kayla scoffed at that. It was perhaps the worst thing she could possibly have done. Stan always hated it when anyone laughed at him.
He stalked down the hallway to meet her, his gaze darkening. “Let me show you.”
He placed his hands on her cheeks as he had done a thousand times before, pressing her back against the wall beside the door.
Kayla's entire body turned to ice. It was entirely the opposite of how she had felt when Lance manhandled her the night before. And against Stan's lips, she screamed.
Shoving at his chest, she fought hard, harder than she ever had in her life. Fear threatened to make her freeze but she fought through it, shoving him sideways, out the door.
“Get away from me! Leave me alone!” she screamed loudly, hoping some neighbor might hear and come to help.
In case they didn't, she grabbed her keys from the door, slammed it shut and locked it quickly before he could try to force his way back in.
The second it was locked, Stan started to hammer on it.
How did he get in here?Kayla thought, panicking. What if he could get back in?
She dashed about the house, looking for any way in. A broken window, an unlocked door, anything.
