Page 89 of Faking Forever
He screwed his eyes shut. Not his finest moment.
He should go back. He knew that. If not for her, then himself. Today…last night had confused things. Muddied the waters.
He just needed some time to think and clear his own head before returning to speak with her.
Smith
Are you having breakfast at MJ’s this morning?
Kenny reread the message for the fifth time.
She’d stopped and started her reply several times already, but had no real idea how to respond to the perfectly innocuous question.
She finally tapped out a succinct answer.
No.
Smith
Have you eaten already?
No.
Smith
You should eat. I’ll pick you up.
No.
Her phone rang. It was Smith. She stared at the screen for a moment before shaking her head and declining the call.
It rang again.
She declined it again.
Smith
You’re being childish. Pick up thedamned phone.
No.
Smith
Fuck it, Kenna! I’ll be there in ten minutes.
No.
She felt a surge of petty satisfaction at that last message, but she knew it wasn’t enough and sighed again before elaborating in her next message.
Don’t bother. I won’t be here.
Smith
Where are you going?
None of your business.
Smith
