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Kenna grinned. “So you’re admitting you like Jag?”
“Of course I like him,” Carly said.
“Like-like him,” Kenna clarified.
“No,” Carly said stubbornly.
But the fact that she was talking about seeing Jag in the future was a big deal. They both knew it, even if Carly wouldn’t admit to being interested.
As the conversation waned, Kenna sobered as she thought about what she had to do later that night.
She remembered what Marshall had said. That if she ever heard something about him she didn’t like, that he wanted her to talk to him about it. She’d promised. She hoped like hell this was what he was talking about. If he had some other deep dark secret, she wasn’t sure she could deal.
Kenna had forgotten to drive though Kakaako on the way home to look at the murals, but figured she could do it another day. She pulled up outside Carly’s apartment to drop her off and her friend turned to her once more.
“Thank you for inviting me today. I had a good time.”
“Anytime.”
“I haven’t made a ton of friends here, and hiding from Shawn in my apartment has been lonely. I’m going to try to make an effort to start living my life again, thanks to you.”
Kenna smiled. “Just be careful, okay?”
“I will. I have no desire to run into that asshole again. All I’m saying is that I really liked hanging out with the women today, and I hope I’ll get to see them again.”
“I’m sure you will. They all got our numbers, and I have a feeling it won’t be long before we get roped into some scheme with them soon.”
“I hope so,” Carly said with a smile. “See you tomorrow at work.”
“See ya,” Kenna said. She idled at the curb until Carly was safely inside the lobby of her apartment, then pulled away and headed for her own place.
She wasn’t looking forward to what she needed to do, but she had a few hours to think about what she wanted to say to Marshall. She wasn’t happy he’d lied by omission, and she didn’t want to be a bons, as Carly had called her, but the embarrassment Marshall had made her feel lingered just below the surface, and she hated that.
If she and Marshall were going to be able to continue with their relationship, she had to find a way to get over that feeling. But she wasn’t sure how. And that worried her.
So, she’d try to sort out her feelings that afternoon and would call Marshall later. They’d talk, and then she’d make the decision of whether or not she wanted to keep seeing him.
Just the thought of not talking to him, not getting to hang out at the swap meet as they’d made plans to do, was painful…which said a lot about her feelings already. She didn’t want to break up with him. But she also didn’t want to feel as if she was the butt of one of his jokes.
A pit formed in her belly when she thought about their call. This time tomorrow, she and Marshall would either be completely all right, or they’d be done.
She wanted to throw up.
Chapter Eleven
Aleck frowned at the text he’d just received from Kenna.
Kenna: We need to talk.
The joke was that if a woman ever said that to a man, it didn’t mean anything good. But it was one hundred percent true. And Aleck had a feeling he knew what she wanted to talk about.
He mentally kicked himself. He should’ve told her that he lived at Coral Springs on Sunday. He’d been enjoying the day too much to bring it up, to possibly ruin the mood—and her perception of him.
He hadn’t thought much about her hanging out with Elodie and Lexie, but he probably should’ve warned the two women that he hadn’t told Kenna about his money, and maybe asked them if they could please not say anything until he had a chance to tell her himself.
But he hadn’t. Kenna had spent the afternoon with Elodie and Lexie—and now she had a “need” to talk. It was likely they’d spilled the beans. He’d asked Kenna to promise she’d talk to him if she heard anything she didn’t like, and it looked like she was at least keeping that promise.
He quickly sent a text back.
