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Instinct told him to open the door and do what he came here to do—make sure she was okay. Common sense said he already had his answer. She was far from it.
And just like he feared he would, he’d made it worse.
Would it always be this way between them now?
Chapter Seven
Someone knocked softly on the door. Kenna had been lying in bed most of the night crying on and off, overwhelmed by the nightmare of how her date with Marcus ended and how badly things were going with Max.
She cried because Marcus wasn’t here and she’d used him to try to get over Max.
She cried because the life she thought she’d have with Max was gone. She’d lost her best friend and the only man who had ever loved her the way she deserved to be loved. And it was all her fault.
Worse, there was no fixing it, because she’d made Max hate her.
She saw it in his eyes last night. Just looking at her made him angry. Maybe it even hurt him to see her.
Well, she could do something about that. She’d make sure he never had to see her again. She’d get out of his life for good.
She rolled out of bed on a mission and went to the door, knowing he was on the other side. She opened it and stared at the plate he held out to her.
“Breakfast. Please eat it. My dad’s really concerned. It’s not good for his heart,” he added, making her feel terrible for stressing the poor man out after he’d had some heart issues a while back.
She took the plate, then the thermal mug he held up. The smell of coffee perked her up.
“You found the shirt.”
“I did. I’ll return it once I have something else to wear.” As much as he’d wanted it back, he must have remembered at some point last night that she didn’t have anything else to wear and left it hanging on the outside doorknob. She got up to pee last night, hoping neither he nor his father saw her with her arms over her breasts sneaking down the hall to the bathroom.
He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it, closed it, and turned to go.
“Hunt texted me this morning. He’ll be here in an hour to get me.”
Max slowly turned and met her gaze, his narrowed. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
“I’m used to it,” she lied.
He pressed his lips tight. “Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe you’ll feel better sleeping in your own bed.”
In the apartment where Marcus died? Not likely.
She wasn’t sure she could ever go back there. It wasn’t optimal, but she’d go to her parents’ house until she figured out what to do next. She had no idea when they’d be home from their trip. Yesterday, she’d left her mom a simple message to call her back, but she kept it low-key and not urgent, so it wasn’t a surprise she hadn’theard from her. She didn’t want to leave all the details in a message and freak her mom out.
She thought about going to Kyle’s place, but remembered that he may be tied to what happened to Marcus. Until she knew for sure, best to avoid his apartment.
But she couldn’t stay here and continue to make Max this uncomfortable in his own home. She needed to find the courage to do what needed to be done. “I’ll be fine.” She said it to him, needing to hear it herself. “Thank you for letting me stay.”
“Sure.”
“Okay, then.”
“Okay, then.” Max hesitated a beat, then walked away.
She closed the door, happy to have that awkward exchange finished.
Hunt couldn’t get here fast enough.
To kill time, and to make sure she didn’t upset Mr. Wilde, she sat on the edge of the bed and ate as much of the breakfast as she could without upsetting her sore stomach. Too much crying and too many nightmares were making her stomach clench and left her feeling sick.
