Chapter 17 - Distance

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Chapter 17 - Distance


“This is really good,” Connor mumbled as he chewed the last bite of my home made shepherd’s pie. I watched him as he swallowed and lounged indolently at my dining room table. “You should do this more often, you know? Not when you only needed someone to talk some sense into you.”

Although he was still oozing an aura of bored indifference, his razor sharp insight was on the spot.

“I just wanted to cook for you, Connor,” I evaded, not looking at his all-knowing black eyes. Stabbing my food with no enthusiasm, I added, “I never knew I had to have a reason to cook for my best friend.”

Roo prowled about my ankles, probably begging for scrapes of food. Giving up on my weak appetite, I leaned down the table and gave her my share. When she happily attacked the food like she was a starving cat, I bit back a smile and petted her black fur.

“That’s smooth,” I heard him say above the table. When I lifted my head up to give him a questioning glance, he continued, “Except the fact that you look like hell. Seems to me that you’ve got it rough, babe.”

I frowned. “It’s not that bad.”

“See?” he said with a loud, humorless laugh. “The fact that you’re saying It’s not that bad is a dead giveaway. Have you called your lover boy?”

“Of course not,” I retorted, revving up my anger so I wouldn’t think about how I waited a whole fucking week for a single fucking call from him. “And it’s not like I want him to anyway. He’s everything I hated in a man. Haven't I told you that he was-“

“Please, spare me,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “You’ve been bitching about him since you called me yesterday. Face it Kei, you were the one who told him to leave you alone.”

“That’s because I was pissed,” I snapped. “He punched my best friend right in the face, for godsakes.”

“That because Aubrey kissed you,” he pointed out. “Didn’t it occur to you that your boyfriend could probably be jealous?”

He doesn’t have the right to be one. We had a deal, damn it.

I dropped my head against my hands. Kneading the space between my brows, I muttered, “You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you two didn’t pull this shit on me." Taking the bottle of beer, I continued in an accusing tone, “You and your living in a bubble crap.”

Connor’s lips twitched, that for a second, I thought he was about to smile. But it disappeared quickly when he saw my dark scowl. “It worked.”

I lifted my arms up in exasperation, but Connor didn’t back down.

“You’ve been happier in these past few weeks than you’ve ever been in your entire life, Keira,” he insisted and I clamped down on my protest until he was done. If I let my mouth in free reign, we’d never be done here.

Why?

First was because I might drive the nearby fork into his eyes and I’ll have murder in my hands in just a matter of minutes.

Second, Connor was the kind who thrives on debates.

Third, I knew that he had a point but that doesn’t mean I like them. Kicking him out would be the safest option but that would prove his point.

So it’s a no win situation for me.

I shook my head.

“Deny it all you want, Kei,” Connor said, his eyes straying to my face. “But you know that I’m right.”

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