Open Case File [COMPLETED]

Making It Right

Kennedy gave him a puzzled look. "I'm going to Blake Fletcher's dinner party. I told you about this. He asked me yesterday." She stared at him with the look she used when she thought he was being stupid. "How are you so shocked at this?"

She turned away from him and walked to the kitchen counter, snatching up a clutch purse sitting there.

She was going to a party. With someone else. But them? The two of them?

He'd broken up with Layla. But she didn't know that. He hadn't told her he planned to do it.

Harrison took in a breath. It made sense to him now, she didn't know that. She still played the same game they had been playing for years now, where they pretended that they didn't love each other.

"I broke up with Layla," Harrison said.

"Oh really? Why? I was starting to like her."

Why? Why had he broken up with Layla? Was she seriously going to keep acting ignorant?

"If you're upset about it," Kennedy said. "I think there is ice cream in the freezer. We can share some when I get back and you can tell me all about your broken heart."

She stepped towards the doorway but Harrison cut in front of her path.

"Are you serious right now?" he said. "I broke up with Layla because of you."

"Why? Because I didn't like her all that much? I don't see how that made a difference to you, there were other people I didn't care for and you still dated them. Maybe the next girl I'll help you pick so you don't have to break up."

"Kennedy, stop playing with me."

Kennedy took a step back and scrutinized Harrison, her blue-eyed gaze piercing him. He loved her eyes but right then they were looking at him like he'd lost his mind.

He hadn't! He'd finally come to see life clearly and she was messing with him.

"Okay," Kennedy said slowly. "I don't know what you think I'm doing but I'm not and I have to go. Blake is waiting down stairs with the car."

As she made to move around him, Harrison grabbed her arm, needing to stop her.

"Don't go," he said. "Don't do this."

Kennedy jerked her arm out of his hold and stared him down. "I don't know what's gotten into you but you need to get it out."

"Are you seriously going to go off with some other guy?"

"Umm, yeah. It's called a date."

Right then Harrison wanted to yell and shake her.

"But it's some guy you barely know. Do your parents even know about this?"

Kennedy crossed her arms, her entire body becoming defensive and he knew her too well not to be able to see the storm building. But he didn't care because he was a tornado at that moment. He'd come to her, ready to stop pretending and now she planned to go off with someone else.

"First off, yes they do and so do your parents. My parents will be home tonight and they said to be home before them. Besides it's a fancy dinner, not some sketchy club I'm going to. Why are you making such a big deal about this?"

"Because you don't even know this Blake guy all that well."

"Ah, yes but that's why people go on dates, to get to know others better."

"Well I don't like it and I don't think you should go."

The moment Harrison said the words he knew how stupid and wrong they had been. Kennedy turned from defensive to calmly livid. It was a lethal mixture that somehow only she possessed.