It was almost an hour after Marla’s departure. Kade sat on the couch, glued to the spot, unable to move. What the f**k had just happened?
It was doomed from the beginning. He could remember it all too well.
The moment she had walked into Esther’s studio apartment and took a seat right next to him, he sensed something was wrong. Throwing him seductive looks, chattering nonstop, Kade tried hard to refrain from sighing at Marla’s annoying presence.
He’d never noticed such things about her, such as her too slim frame and long legs—unlike someone’s petite, curvy one. Ignored her habit of using too much makeup—so different from a certain fresh faced girl he’d met. Tuned out her stupid attempts at conversation, while recalling the fun he always had verbally sparring with another.
Even on a da
