Forty-Six
A frantic banging on the front door had Kennedy reaching for her gun. Checking the peephole, she frowned, growling in agitation. Yanking the door open, she holstered her weapon and glared at Andromeda. "What's going on that you had to nearly beat down my door?" She asked the blond woman. “You know I hate that.” "Skylar’s busy, and I need help. You told me you would be there for me when I needed you. Well, I need you now," the other woman said as she was led to the kitchen. The smell of pineapple-glazed ham and freshly made potato salad filled the air as Kennedy returned to the stove. Turning the on kettle, she turned off the oven. Breathing deeply, she calmed enough to remember that this was the same girl who saw her as unbreakable. The same girl who confessed her love for her best fri
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