Chapter 19
KAYLA
Friday morning
The last twenty-four-plus hours are a blur.
Back for the weekend just as New York turns rainy, sitting at my desk at Stanton PR, I wonder how the hell I got here.
Friday morning in the office is busy, shockingly so, and amidst the mini-chaos happening amongst the cubicles, I’m still trying to figure out a way to tell Deacon the truth.
I almost wish Grandmama June hadn’t told it to me.
But then again who else was she supposed to confide in? I stand from my oak desk, heading to grab another cup of black coffee when my cell phone pings for the first time this morning.
I glance at it to find a text from Deacon. Leaning against the office kitchen’s granite counters, I open the message, reading it with sweaty palms.
The sub-text makes my heart sink:
Deac
