KENDRICK POV
I thought this morning would have been better.
After the hell of a night I had—thanks to Kyle—I thought maybe, just maybe, we could catch a breath. Maybe Keegan would show some restraint, understanding the ripple effect his choices would have on the four of us. But no.
Boy, was I wrong.
He couldn’t keep his damn hands in his pockets. Not when she was involved.
Could I blame him though?!
I was carrying bags full of groceries up the stairs to Kat’s small apartment, swearing this was going to be the last night for her sleeping here. Since tomorrow, I age would sleep in our suite. Hopefully.
I was here to make that warmth something she could taste—starting with a cake I needed to bake that morning. From scratch. The dinner plan was already spinning in my head like clockwork
