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and throw it over his arm. He glanced at her once more from the door, and then was gone.
Kennedy brought her fingers to her mouth and touched her well-kissed lips. She was a fool to think she could ask him to kiss her and not have it change anything. It changed everything.
Until then she had thought she had a crush on her best friend, one that would fade in time when she found the man who made her feel as loved as Memphis did, a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
It only took one kiss to show her how wrong she had been.
It wasn’t merely a crush.
It never had been.
Chapter 4
Kennedy hid out in her apartment the rest of the weekend hoping to avoid both Memphis and Brooks.
She was pissed off at Brooks, hurt by his broken promise. She ignored his calls, the anger and pain increasing with every apologetic text he sent or voice mail he left: he got caught up in work, he lost track of time, there was an emergency that came up. He had all the excuses she expected him to have, but for the first time in their relationship, Kennedy didn’t believe him. She suspected he just plain forgot.
The fact that he could easily forget such an important night hurt her more than if he had been busy or lost track of time. If an emergency had come up at least he would have had a valid reason for not showing up, and that she could overlook. She would have still been disappointed, but she would have been able to forgive him. But not remembering? That cut deep. Especially when they talked about it and he promised to be there.
Ignoring Brooks was easy; avoiding Memphis made her feel guilty. He had only done what she asked him to do, and because of it, she was hiding from him. It was her own damn fault and she was punishing him by making him think she was angry at him by not returning his calls.
She was confused by her reaction to his kiss. Confused and scared. She couldn’t act on her feelings, but she couldn’t ignore them either. Telling Memphis was out of the question, she didn’t want to confess the sparks she felt when he kissed her. It was obvious he knew it was a bad idea from the way he acted that night. He was tense, hesitant. He only did it because she asked him to, not because he wanted to. Memphis would do anything she asked of him, including something that obviously made him uncomfortable.
She was scared if she couldn’t get a grip on what had happened and just forget about it, it was going to affect their friendship. She was already dodging his calls. This was all her doing, and she had to suck it up and face it. After all, it was going to be hard to avoid him if she was going to Alaska with him in just a few short days. She didn’t want their trip—a trip she’d been dreaming about for years, for which he was taking a pay cut just so she could join him—to be filled with tension and hostility.
Kennedy sighed and looked at her cell: seven missed calls and four unanswered texts from Memphis. Brooks had called almost as many times, but she was still too upset with him to even consider calling him back.
A gentle knock on her door snapped her out of her pity party. She narrowed her eyes at the sound. There were only two people who could get up to her apartment without having to be buzzed in, and she wasn’t overly eager to see either of them.
Another persistent knock earned a grumble from her as she left the couch and went to face whichever man waited for her on the opposite side of the door.
She slowly slid the chain from its latch and turned the lock. She opened the door and gave her visitor a small smile.
“Hi.”
Memphis cocked an eyebrow at her and his lips turned up into a smirk.
“I thought I’d stop by and see how you were. I’ve been calling, but I guess your phone is off. That’s the only reason I can think of as to why you’re not returning my calls,” he said dryly.
Kennedy flushed and dropped her eyes to the floor. Of course he would know.
“I’m
Kennedy brought her fingers to her mouth and touched her well-kissed lips. She was a fool to think she could ask him to kiss her and not have it change anything. It changed everything.
Until then she had thought she had a crush on her best friend, one that would fade in time when she found the man who made her feel as loved as Memphis did, a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
It only took one kiss to show her how wrong she had been.
It wasn’t merely a crush.
It never had been.
Chapter 4
Kennedy hid out in her apartment the rest of the weekend hoping to avoid both Memphis and Brooks.
She was pissed off at Brooks, hurt by his broken promise. She ignored his calls, the anger and pain increasing with every apologetic text he sent or voice mail he left: he got caught up in work, he lost track of time, there was an emergency that came up. He had all the excuses she expected him to have, but for the first time in their relationship, Kennedy didn’t believe him. She suspected he just plain forgot.
The fact that he could easily forget such an important night hurt her more than if he had been busy or lost track of time. If an emergency had come up at least he would have had a valid reason for not showing up, and that she could overlook. She would have still been disappointed, but she would have been able to forgive him. But not remembering? That cut deep. Especially when they talked about it and he promised to be there.
Ignoring Brooks was easy; avoiding Memphis made her feel guilty. He had only done what she asked him to do, and because of it, she was hiding from him. It was her own damn fault and she was punishing him by making him think she was angry at him by not returning his calls.
She was confused by her reaction to his kiss. Confused and scared. She couldn’t act on her feelings, but she couldn’t ignore them either. Telling Memphis was out of the question, she didn’t want to confess the sparks she felt when he kissed her. It was obvious he knew it was a bad idea from the way he acted that night. He was tense, hesitant. He only did it because she asked him to, not because he wanted to. Memphis would do anything she asked of him, including something that obviously made him uncomfortable.
She was scared if she couldn’t get a grip on what had happened and just forget about it, it was going to affect their friendship. She was already dodging his calls. This was all her doing, and she had to suck it up and face it. After all, it was going to be hard to avoid him if she was going to Alaska with him in just a few short days. She didn’t want their trip—a trip she’d been dreaming about for years, for which he was taking a pay cut just so she could join him—to be filled with tension and hostility.
Kennedy sighed and looked at her cell: seven missed calls and four unanswered texts from Memphis. Brooks had called almost as many times, but she was still too upset with him to even consider calling him back.
A gentle knock on her door snapped her out of her pity party. She narrowed her eyes at the sound. There were only two people who could get up to her apartment without having to be buzzed in, and she wasn’t overly eager to see either of them.
Another persistent knock earned a grumble from her as she left the couch and went to face whichever man waited for her on the opposite side of the door.
She slowly slid the chain from its latch and turned the lock. She opened the door and gave her visitor a small smile.
“Hi.”
Memphis cocked an eyebrow at her and his lips turned up into a smirk.
“I thought I’d stop by and see how you were. I’ve been calling, but I guess your phone is off. That’s the only reason I can think of as to why you’re not returning my calls,” he said dryly.
Kennedy flushed and dropped her eyes to the floor. Of course he would know.
“I’m
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