CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Awkward Lunch
“So… no romantic partner in the picture?” Kenna asks, swirling the last of the whiskey in her glass.
We’re both pleasantly tipsy. You know, the warm, floating kind that makes your limbs light and your thoughts reckless. But there’s no spark anymore between Kenna and I. Not really. Not since Scarlett walked into my life and flipped something fundamental inside me.
Hell, that f*****g woman has me completely gobsmacked, and she has no idea how badly she’s ruined my sense of normal.
I open my mouth to answer, but Kenna beats me to it.
“Oh my God,” she says suddenly, eyes lighting up. “There is someone.”
I groan. “You didn’t even give me time to lie.”
She laughs. “Did you meet her after our last hookup or what?”
“Yeah,” I admit, exhaling slowly. “About t
