Chapter 0110


    Kent grabs the cookies from my hand and tosses them on the bed, taking a step closer to me. “Trust


    me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This will be nothing like Girl Scouts.”


    I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of this is sexy. It’s all just so draining.


    “Whatever, Kent,” I murmur, looking up at the ceiling. “Can you just go away? I’m tired. I want to go to


    bed.”


    He surprises me by backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door.


    “Seriously?” I ask, watching him as he twists the handle. “That’s it? No fight? No repartee? It’s that


    simple?”


    Slowly, Kent turns to me. “You’re tired, Fay,” he says. “Go to bed. You need your rest.” He takes a


    moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still


    swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so long ago.


    “But simple? No, Fay. If you think this is over…” He just slowly shakes his head.


    With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him.


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    I stand still for a moment, staring at the door. Then I slump down onto my bed, pulling the box of


    cookies into myp.


    Without a word, I eat the whole thing.


    The next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing my eyes, still bleary fromck of sleep.


    Unfortunately, no matter howte you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6


    am. A knock came to the door at 6:30 – a housekeeper delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There


    was no getting back to sleep after that. So here I am, at 7 in the morning, needing coffee. Badly.


    I make a beeline for the espresso machine and am surprised to meet Daniel there.


    “Hey Fay,” he says, handing me the cup of espresso he just made. I ept it gratefully. “How did you


    sleep?”


    I shoot the shot of coffee down in one and hand the porcin cup back to Daniel.


    “Not great,” I say back to him, and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I say. “We have to talk.”


    He frowns at me, curious and a little concerned. “Is everything all right?”


    “For me?” I ask, pointing at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly fine at the moment. But for you?” I raise my


    eyebrows, switching the direction of my finger so that it points at him. “You are oddly in hot water


    today.”


    “Last night,” I say, leaning closer to him. “Whatever was going on in your room...your dad…” I bite my


    lip. Damn, I didn’t really n how I wanted to say this.


    I freeze, then, realizing something very suddenly that I hadn’t thought of before.


    And if I wanted to, I could use it against Daniel to get something that I want. That I could enter this


    game of chess that they’re all ying around me. Stop being a pawn, and be a real yer.


    But the real question is, do I enter the game at Daniel’s expense?