Hayden, quick as ever, caught my juice before it could spill all over the table. Before I could even turn around, I heard a voice I knew way too well."Kiki, you're something else. Maybe I should start taking notes," Lena teased, sliding up beside me with that mischievous grin.I lightly swatted her arm. "You know, scaring people isn't cool.""If you're scared, I definitely can't afford the compensation. Right, Hayden?" Lena shot him a playful look.This girl—around Nate, she was all sweet and innocent, but with anyone else, it was like she got a license for sass. How she managed to flip the switch in front of Nate, I'd never know."Where's Nate?" I asked, glancing at the empty seat he'd been in earlier."He left," Lena shrugged, plopping down next to me. Her eyes flicked to Hayden. "Hayden, seriously? Two plates, and Kiki's got none? Not exactly boyfriend of the year material."She said it on purpose, totally knowing Hayden had eaten my leftovers.I nudged her under the table,
Lena's face went stone cold. "I've already told you—keep this up, and it's harassment. I'll call the cops.""Dr. Lane, it's not harassment! I just... I like you. I wanna be with you..."I cringed so hard I could barely stand it. It reminded me of the guy who sent her flowers signed "Sancho." Was this him? I didn't care—he was Sancho now."Dr. Lane, I swear, it was love at first sight..." Sancho even raised his hand like he was making some grand, heartfelt vow."But she hated you at first sight," I shot back, sliding next to Lena.Hayden stood up too, looking like he'd be ready to step in if things got any worse.Sancho glanced at me. "Who are you? I'm talking to Dr. Lane. Could you, like, not?"If I'd eaten more earlier, I probably would've puked just from his voice."And who are you to think just 'cause you say you like her, she has to care?" No way was I letting this go."Yeah, I like her! It's a pure, sacred kind of love. My feelings are noble!" He actually sounded serious,
Lena didn't answer me right away. Her gaze was locked on Hayden outside the window. "How long do you think he'll take?"I glanced outside. Sancho was practically groveling, completely at Hayden's mercy, while Hayden just stood there with one hand casually tucked in his pocket. The morning sunlight hit him just right, making him look like he was glowing or something.And I couldn't take my eyes off him.This quiet sense of pride bubbled up inside me, a voice in the back of my mind whispering, 'Keira, that's your guy.'Getting involved with Hayden had been kind of an accident—something that happened when I was still reeling from my breakup with Jace, just looking for a distraction. But now? I realized I'd hit the jackpot. He wasn't just good-looking; he could handle things."Uh, hello? I asked you a question," Lena nudged me when I didn't respond.I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. "Oh, right. Shouldn't take much longer."If I had to guess, Sancho was probably begging Hayden
Out of nowhere, Lena blurted, "If you'd been this smooth earlier, Jace wouldn't have run off." It felt like she'd lost her mind for a second, because bringing up an ex in front of your current boyfriend? Major no-no.I stiffened for a second, but I knew Lena wasn't trying to hurt me. She wasn't clueless either. One glance at her and I caught the mischievous wink she sent my way.I got it—she was testing Hayden. She wanted to see how he'd react to hearing about Jace. Classic Lena, always pushing boundaries.Most guys would flinch at the mention of an ex, especially in front of their girlfriend. But I wondered, How far is she gonna take this? What if she pushed too hard, and Hayden just decided to peace out?I risked a glance at him. His expression didn't change. No flicker of annoyance, no comment, nothing.Lena wasn't about to let it go. "Right, Hayden? Don't you think?"I wanted to melt into the floor.But Hayden just replied, "Kiki only gets clingy with me."A wave of sweet
Ron invited me to dinner, and it hit me—Hayden had mentioned the exact same thing earlier when I was getting my blood drawn.At the time, I thought he was just messing with me, trying to distract me. Turns out, he wasn't kidding."It's Mr. Shane?" Hayden asked, like he already knew."Yeah," I said, eyeing him suspiciously. "Did you tell him to ask me?"Hayden was Ron's boss, so it wouldn't take much for Ron to follow orders.Hayden frowned a little. "No."I shot him a sarcastic smile, totally convinced he was covering his real identity."He told me in advance," Hayden added, trying to clarify.But was that really it? I wasn't in the mood to dig deeper. Free dinner? I wasn't about to pass that up. I smirked. "I said yes. You coming too?""Yeah," he replied, in that classic Hayden way. Seriously, if someone made a list of his most-used words, "yeah" would totally top it.But then he dropped the line that made me roll my eyes: "I don't make a habit of letting my girlfriend have
There was nothing wrong between Hayden and me—just the awkward feeling from his secret. But I couldn't dump that on Yuna. She was too delicate, and with her heart condition, she didn't need the extra stress."No, nothing's wrong," I reassured her with a smile. "You've seen how Hayden and I are. We're fine."Yuna studied me with those wide, innocent eyes, and for a second, I had to look away. Her gaze was too pure, like it would expose the mess in my head.I raised my hand in defense, laughing softly. "Seriously, nothing's wrong. If you don't believe me, you can grill Hayden when he's back.""Keira," Yuna murmured, hugging my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. "If Hayden ever messes up, just hit him or yell at him—but don't leave him, okay?"Her soft, pleading tone tugged at my heart. I rubbed my head against hers, affectionate. "Alright, I'll leave it to you to handle him."Yuna nodded, all serious. "I'll always be on your side."She was so afraid of me leaving Hayden. It
Wade stopped in his tracks, turning to look at me with a hint of surprise.I suddenly realized how forward I'd been and quickly tried to backtrack. "I didn't mean to overstep, I just thought—""That's fine," Wade cut me off."She was so lively before," Wade murmured, almost to himself. "Loved meeting new people. If you visit her, she'll be happy, I'm sure."The way he spoke tugged at my heart."Come with me," he said, leading the way.As I followed, I couldn't help but notice how heavy his steps seemed, as if the guilt and sadness were dragging him down. We made our way to a rehabilitation room that looked almost like the VIP suite Yuna stayed in—spacious, comfortable, clearly a place for someone from a well-off family.When we reached the door, Wade turned to me, his eyes holding something unsaid.I thought maybe he was having second thoughts. "If it's not convenient, we can come back another time," I offered quickly."You really do look like her," Wade said, "But she's thinn
Wade stood up and moved toward the window, his back to me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I found myself quietly stepping closer to the bed.Now that I was up close, I could really see it—she wasn’t just gorgeous; she looked a lot like me.If my parents were still alive, I would've gone straight to them and asked if I had a long-lost sister.As those thoughts ran through my mind, my eyes drifted to the nameplate on the bedside: Narelle Yule, 28 years old.'Miss Yule, hello. I'm Keira,' I silently introduced myself.Wade's voice broke the stillness. "Come back in," he said into his phone, calling the caregiver back.The caregiver returned quickly, and I took that as my cue to slip out of the room. Wade followed silently, and we walked side by side in heavy quiet. It wasn't until we'd walked some distance that he finally spoke."The doctors say there's no chance she'll recover. Her family... they've already given up.""But you haven't," I said.Wade's steps slowed, his voi