Chapter 8
Cole pov
I sat at my desk long after the room had emptied out, the image still looping behind my eyes no matter how many times I told it to stop. Kayla, pulling that helmet over her head. Kayla, climbing onto the back of Rhys's bike like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her arms around his waist.
I dragged a hand down my face and stared at the blank page in front of me, willing myself to focus on anything else. It didn't work.
"You're doing the brooding thing again."
I didn't have to look up to know who it was. Vanessa's voice carried its own particular weight, always half-amused, always expecting an audience. She dropped onto the edge of my desk without asking, one leg swinging idly.
"I'm working."
"You're staring at a blank page like it insulted your mother." She
