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“Kenna!”

“Wha?!” she yells back. She’s in the kitchen, and I can hear her making our salmon and cauliflower rice on the stove.

“Shit’s going down. We’ve got to go to Tinsley’s.”

“Fuck,” she grumbles. “Cheat night?”

“Total cheat night. Save that salmon for tomorrow. We’ve been good all week.”

“OH! I’m ordering from Albertino’s.”

I nearly orgasm on the spot. “YES! You know what I like.”

“Oh baby, do I ever. I’ll give it to you real sweet.”

“This is why I love you.”

“Back atcha.” She pops her head in my room. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Do me a favor? Look out my window and tell me what the sidewalk looks like?”

Her lips tilt down as she crosses my room and splits the blinds so she can peek down four stories. “Oh, girl. What in the Fritz have you gone and done?”

I sigh. I had a feeling that if they were outside Loomis’s place, they’d be outside ours as well.

“Keegan Hannah, you better dish it like pie.”

I drag myself up and off the floor. Then I launch into an account of everything that’s transpired over the last few days. Well, everything I haven’t already told her.

“Keegs…” Her voice trails off, but I know what she’s going to say.

“I know.”

“You invited him to Key West?!”

“I didn’t mean to. It just slipped out. I told him I wasn’t serious, and we both let it go.”

“Then why are you even telling me that like it’s an important part of this story?” Her eyes round with sudden recognition. “Oh, babe, no. You’re over him, which is awesome, but if he comes with you…”

“I know,” I repeat, throwing her a glance over my shoulder as I get out of the pajamas I had changed into when I got home from the park. “I know I can’t. Moreover, I know I shouldn’t.”

“But you’re going to anyway,” she states knowingly, her expression solemn.

“I don’t know.”

She pulls her hair back from her shoulders and holds it up in a makeshift ponytail as she studies me. “I feel for Loomis and his son. I really do because I can’t imagine what he’s going through. I don’t mean to sound insensitive to that because I’m not. But you’re going to Key West to get your head and heart back together, not to let another man have access to them.”

“I won’t!” I squawk affronted.

“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.”

“I’m not.”

“You just yelled at me.”

She’s right. I did.

She comes over and stands beside me as I change, her green eyes on mine. “We share DNA. Do not lie to me. Just tell me where your head and, more importantly, your heart are.”