Pierce.
“Kelly’s in town,” Zane said as we stepped into the elevator. “Word is, she might drop by.”
“Great. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get worse,” I muttered under my breath.
Kelly—my mom’s best friend’s daughter. Our moms, in their never-ending craziness, made some ridiculous pact when they were pregnant that their kids would grow up and get married. Gross.
Did they even consider we might have a say in that?
I hadn’t seen Kelly in ten years. The last time was in college, and we barely exchanged two words. That should’ve been the end of it.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Zane shrugged, just as the elevator doors opened.
And there she was. Alexis . In my penthouse.
Wearing my sweatpants. My grey shirt. My sneakers. Looking absolutely ridiculous.
She was practically drow
