44 Mackenzie
My mind was racing. It was hard to believe that Jason was the psycho r****t boyfriend Chloe was talking about. I began typing again, a million questions running through my head, when the theater door opened. Jumpy, I dropped my cell just as he stepped into the room. He held a large bowl of popcorn and a small cooler.
“Talk about butter fingers,” he said, smiling at me as I quickly snatched my phone up from the carpeting. “Everything okay?”
I laughed nervously. “Yeah.” I turned the screen light off. “I’m just a klutz.”
He sat down next to me. “Let me guess, Chase was texting you?”
“No. I was just texting my cousin. Chloe.” s**t, did he know her? Breanna was the same age, and from what it appeared, they obviously had friends in common. At least the bride-to-be.
Oh, God.
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