CONFLICT
"This is one of the most confusing moments of my life. Dane sure knows how to pick his timing," I whisper to myself.
"What do you mean Dane's here?" I ask, turning to face the person who told me he was here.
"He just walked through the front door. He sticks out like a sore thumb, looks like someone's older brother," she replies with a shrug. "Do you want me to bring him in here?"
"I'll come out in a moment," I tell her, and she nods before leaving and closing the door behind her. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I turn to Kent, who looks just as conflicted as I feel. "Don't you want to go see him?" he asks.
"Do you want me to leave?" I ask, feeling disappointed. "Just tell me, I'm all ears."
"I don't want to cause any trouble between you and Dane," he says quie
