Page 14 of Miss Behaved
Me: Tell me you’re up.
Kennedy: Still haven’t gone to bed ;)
Luce: Making me proud, girl.
Ever since Kennedy fell in love with her billionaire client, Zac Vincent, they’ve been inseparable. After everything she went through, almost losing her matchmaking business, I’m happy for her. But, as selfish as it might be, seeing her settle down and find happiness makes my heart feel a little lonelier.
Me: I have a bit of a dilemma.
Kennedy: Steven is a dick, don’t even think about answering that two-timing jerk’s calls.
Me: I’m not.
He hasn’t texted me. Sure, I told him not to. But no one actually listens to that.
Beg for me and let me reject you, darn it!
Now that I think about it, I hadn’t thought about Steven until Kennedy brought him up. Shouldn’t I still be obsessing over what he did to me? Waking up missing him? Sitting by the phone hoping he’ll have the right thing to say to make this all better?
It hits me that I already don’t care.
Kennedy: Good, then what’s up?
Luce: I bet her lady bits are broken from all the amazing rebound sex she’s having at the retreat.
I roll my eyes. It’s not that I consider myself a prude, but Luce is loud and proud about her conquests, and I’m definitely quieter about mine.
Me: Okay so you guys remember me telling you about Carson…
Kennedy: Shithead, broke-your-heart Carson?
Luce: Popped-your-cherry Carson?
Me: That one.
Kennedy: Yes…
Me: He’s here.
Kennedy: I haven’t had enough coffee to process this. How long has it been now?
Me: Ten years.
Luce: Normally, I’d say ride that man-candy train to get back at Steven and show Mr. Hot Stuff what he missed out on all those years. But in this case, honey, be careful.
If only it were that simple. Telling me to be careful around Carson is like telling a snake charmer not to get bit.
Me: Got it. Defenses going up.
Kennedy: Be strong. You’ve got this.
I look up at Carson, who is leaning back in his chair and playing with his phone. Lifting mine, I snap a quick picture.
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Did you just—”
“Don’t ask,” I say, turning away from him again.
Me: I’m trying.
