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"Oh, Micah," I whispered, tears slipping loose I had so ize for
It was shitty that it took so to me for me to truly comprehend how much I’d screwed over my best friend
Shit
I pulled out ht
KILLIAN DIDN’T TEXT BACK
In fact, I didn’t hear anything froain
And like the apart in on me I tried to distract myself with TV and books, but that didn’t work I atte that always distracted uitar
It was too soon
My wrist throbbed like abut stare at the TV and let the pain settle down But all that did was leadI couldn’t believe I’d co to what I’d done to Micah There was no way I felt for Killian what Micah felt for uy
There was sos like no other and why finding out he had an unirlfriend felt like betrayal
I had a crush
That was it
I had a crush because he was an attractive, brooding bastard with a hot accent
I could get over a crush
Especially a misplaced crush on a man whose words cut to the quick A n a record deal
C’mon, let’s face it: Killian O’Dea was the devil, and it was totally et over it
But I’d need some distraction to do that
So I called his sister
"Ooh, cast-free!" Autuht of my wrist as she walked into the apartment an hour later The difference between her and her brother always surprised me Their childhood had made Killian closed-off and a cold, ambitious dipshit Yet, Autuht She hadn’t let the world change her In a way, she was one of the strongest people I’d ever met I admired that about her
That’s why I noticed the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes Autu up from the couch as she strode into the kitchen to put the kettle on "Everything okay?"
She didn’t look atYou justyou see around the kitchen, she chuckled, "I said three words How can you tell if I’ed "I’ lad you called Killian haderrands and my God, is that man in a shitty mood" She shook her head in exasperation as she poured milk into our tea "I had to have a ith him If other people want to let him talk to them like that, they can But no way in hell does he talk towith hi towarda ring of dark bruises that looked like finger lass-half-e and Autuaze
Not wanting to scare her off, but feeling my heart rate quicken as worry took root, I sat on the couch as she slid onto a stool at the island
"So, how’s the boyfriend? What was his naain?"
Was that too obvious?