He kissed me again, slower this time, then pulled back. “Good. Come on, breakfast is ready.”
We headed downstairs, and the chef prepared a perfect spread. He served us quietly then excused himself, leaving us alone. I picked at my food, nerves making everything taste like cardboard. The blackouts from last night haunted me. What exactly had I said to Kayde while drunk? Had I embarrassed myself completely?
“Where’s Maggie?” I asked after a few bites, mostly to fill the silence, and Kayde took a sip of coffee.
“I drove her to the airport this morning. She’s heading back to spend some time with Victoria. She said to tell you goodbye.”
I realized Maggie must have told him about Victoria. There was silence again, and I set my fork down, looking up at Kayde. “Kayde… I’m sorry for going last
