Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Dedication
- A NOTE TO THE READER
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
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“I did,” I protested. “She. Dumped. Me.”
He shook his head. “You don’t deserve her.”
Then he took off after Kennedy. I watched them go, questions seething through my mind, my stomach churning.
What the hell was going on? With just a few sentences, Blair had challenged everything I thought I knew.
What had he meant?
“Where do they get off talking to you like that?” Asher demanded, sounding confused rather than angry. He hesitated. “That was weird, right?”
“It was,” Summer mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Any ideas what he was talking about?”
I shrugged. “None.”
But damn, I was going to have to find out.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LIAM
Isn’t time supposed to make me miss you less? - unsent text message from Liam to Kennedy
I left Summer to smooth things over with Mum, and Asher and I headed back to the fire station.
“Seriously,” Asher said as we crossed the road. “Any idea what he meant?”
“None.” My tone was short, which I felt bad about, but I also couldn’t erase the memory of Kennedy’s tearful gaze from my mind, and if Asher and Summer hadn’t been arguing like children, I might not have reacted so poorly and upset her that way. “What does it matter to you anyway? Aren’t you the one who’s been saying all along to keep my distance?”
“Yeah.” He huffed in exasperation. “But I figured anything she said would be a useless excuse.”
“Sounds like there might be more to it than that.” And I needed to know what. Especially when Blair had looked like he might genuinely want to kick my ass. But I couldn’t go after her without clearing it with Parks first, considering I was due back from lunch in a couple of minutes. Technically, we weren’t supposed to leave the station at all during shift, but it was only a couple of blocks to the cafe and town center, so he usually didn’t mind as long as we made sure our phones were on and our gear was ready to go at a moment’s notice.
“What are you going to do?”
“Find out what they’re talking about.” We entered the garage attached to the fire station, and Igor glanced up from where he was doing some maintenance work on the hoses. I nodded to him in greeting. “Need to get the okay from Parks to leave for a bit longer.”