PART TWO - Chapter 39

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I stood there like a dummy, knowing there wasn't a single thing I could say that would make this situation any better. I was standing in a closet with Kennedy, for fuck's sake. Emma had to be devastated, or at least confused and well on the way to devastated, and I didn't blame her one bit. I hadn't told her the truth, which was bad enough, but I'd also made it look like something actually was going on between me and Kennedy, which was even worse.

Emma stared at me for a few more seconds, and then her expression shifted into something I couldn't read. "I was wondering what was taking you so long," she said coolly. "Do you think we can go? I'm feeling a little tired."

I nodded, realizing that her eyes never shifted to Kennedy. Not once. That gave me chills. "Of course," I said hurriedly. "We can go right now."

Emma turned and walked away without another word. I glanced over at Kennedy, who looked nothing short of furious. "Get the fuck out of my way," she hissed, and pushed past me into the hallway.

I slipped out and hurried after Emma, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to handle this. I had to brace myself for the worst of all worst-case scenarios.



I didn't speak a single word to Zach all the way home. I just couldn't; anything I said would automatically set free the tears I had in an angry death-grip. In spite of all that, I actually felt a little proud of myself for not losing it when I'd found Zach and Kennedy in the closet. No matter what, I would not give her the satisfaction of seeing me break down.

We stepped into the apartment, and I listened for the sound of the door closing. Then I kicked off my shoes—which were way too pretty for night like this—and turned to face him. "I believe I deserve an explanation," I said, and folded my arms across my chest.

"You definitely do." Zach loosened his tie, like he needed the freedom before he could speak. "I'm so sorry for what happened. I definitely could have handled it better. There was an emergency, something to do with the clinic."

I scoffed at him. "An emergency in the coat closet?"

He held up his hands in surrender. "I know it's weird, but we needed a place to talk privately and that was the only option. It was important that no one overheard us."

"What, are you two spies now? Is there some law school mystery going on?" Zach's explanation was so strange—I knew that there had to be something else happening. Zach took a step toward me, but my angry expression stopped him from moving any closer.

"It's hard to explain. Law school is way more cut-throat than I expected. It's not like college. No one's here to make friends."

"Fine, it's competitive. I get that. But it doesn't explain how hiding in a closet with Kennedy puts you ahead of the game."

His voice took on a pleading tone. "We just had to talk and come up with a strategy before class tomorrow."

I shook my head, disgusted. "There has to be more to it than that."

"There isn't."

All I could do was look at him, at the face I loved and the person I thought I knew. My heart ached like he'd taken an ice pick to it, and suddenly I couldn't take anymore. "I'm in no mood for your games," I told him. "I've had a long day, and I'm tired, and I have to be up early tomorrow for a tennis lesson with your professor's daughter. You know, that thing I don't really have time for, but I'm doing to help you?" I glared at him for a long second, then turned and stormed toward the bedroom.

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