Biting my lip, I flicked a glance at Kiera’s level again, then back to my car. Kiera could wait another moment…I needed to say hello to my other girl first. I was grinning as I walked over to the Chevelle. Kiera had parked her next to a light, and she looked perfect—shiny, like she’d recently been washed, all the windows intact, no visible scrapes or scratches. I peeked into the windows, looking inside. Like the exterior, the interior was also perfect—no garbage, no stains, no tears. She was pristine, just as I liked her to be.

Running a hand over the roof, I sighed in contentment. God, I’d missed my car. “Hey, girl,” I whispered. “Kiera taking good care of you?”

I looked around to see if I was alone, then laid my head on the roof and gave my car a brief hug. Damn. Maybe Evan was right…maybe I was too attached to my car. Laughing at myself, I straightened up and patted the roof. “I’ll be back for you soon, girl.”

I gave the Chevelle one last, long look, then turned toward the apartment building. I needed to hug the girl who could hug me back. I hummed to myself as I took the stairs to Kiera’s level. The grin on my face was huge when I got to her door. I could hear talking inside, so I knew someone was up. Was that Kiera or Anna? Their voices could be eerily similar at times. But the other voice was lower, male, so even though it really sounded more like Kiera, it had to be Anna. Great. If she was on a date, I might have to take Kiera to my place. Actually, I was totally fine with that.

I raised my hand to knock but decided to try the door first. I frowned as the knob easily twisted. They shouldn’t leave the door unlocked, especially this late at night. I pushed the door open, and the vague sound of the guy speaking suddenly shifted into coherent words: “Let’s talk about the kiss.”

The familiarity of the accented voice sent a shockwave of icy surprise through me. But when I saw who was in Kiera’s apartment…it felt like someone had just pushed me off the tallest building in town and I was plummeting to my death. Denny. Denny was here, talking to Kiera like he’d never left. What. The. Fuck?

My mind couldn’t quite snap together the pieces of what I was seeing. Kiera, sitting on her hideous orange couch, her arms looped around my former best friend…his arms wrapped around her like she still belonged to him. Kiera smiling, laughing. Their heads close together, like they were about to kiss…or like they’d just finished kissing.