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So had died inside ofI didn’t think I’d ever get back

When Whitney came back into the room, she was dressed to the nines She was a makeup artist I sincerely doubted she wore a little black dress and stripper shoes to work She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was going out—without me

Even though I was angry and hurt, I couldn’t deny that she was gorgeous Her skin glowed, and her hair was piled at the back of her neck, a few strands falling loose around her shoulders Her long legs looked a, and I forced myself not to think how they had been wrapped around o

The dress put her nificent breasts on full display The strapless nuhten in response This was a woman made for sex, and she knew it

She was a coer

I realized at that moment that I didn’t know this Whitney Galloway And I was pretty damn sure I didn’t want to Because this Whitney Galloway didn’t seem to care that she had just stomped all over my heart—and my pride

She grabbed a beaded purse fro I was still there, she finally looked my way

Our eyes met briefly—the first ti flashed there Maybe it was regret Maybe it was an apology I didn’t really care at that point She could go to hell for all I cared

Perhaps if I kept telling myself that, I’d actually believe it

“So, you can find a place to stay, right? I just don’t want you to be bored since I won’t be around” She griht

“Right, because you’ll be working,” I said pointedly, giving her revealing outfit a slow once over It was very passive-aggressive, but it was the best I could do

For the first time, she looked almost contrite Embarrassed even “Kyle, I—” She stopped herself, her expression hardening “I didn’t ask you to come Am I supposed to put my life on hold because my sister’s buddy decided to make an impromptu visit?”

“You kneas co!” I threw back at her “And is that all I am to you? Your sister’s friend?” I didn’t want to sound like , but it was And I had never been one to hide things

She threw her head back and laughed A shrill sound that wasn’t re It never does And definitely not in LA” She never called me by my nickname I was always Kyle to her That was the final nail in our miserable coffin

She walked over to where I stood in the middle of her bedroom, went up on her tiptoes, and kissed my cheek Lips that had been

She patted“If you need help finding a hotel, text me Otherwise, let’s try to meet up before you head back to Southport”