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“Love it.”

“Go ahead and have some.”

“Now? Before dinner?”

“Sure. Why not? I’ll have some too. We’ve had a shitty day. We deserve some cheesecake before dinner.”

She gets this excited look on her face that makes me smile. She takes the cheesecake from the fridge and goes to find plates.

“Just eat it from the container,” I tell her. “We’re being rebels tonight.” I take two forks from the drawer and hand her one. “Dig in.”

We each take a bite.

“Oh my God, that’s the best!” she says, going for another bite.

I love that she’s so excited about the cheesecake. Nikki never got excited about anything. When I’d surprise her with jewelry or flowers, she’d act like it wasn’t enough. Like I should’ve done more. So I kept trying, hoping I’d find something that would make her show some excitement over what I’d done. But I guess she’s just not that type of person.

I look over at Kenzie, smiling as I watch her dance around the room to the blaring music while licking cheesecake off her fork. I think she’s already drunk.

“You having fun?” I ask as she pours us more whiskey.

“Are you kidding? This is the best!” She races over to get more cheesecake. “I’m glad you suggested this. It’s so much better than spending the night crying in my room.”

If Kenzie weren’t here, I’d be doing the same. Crying in my room over someone who doesn’t deserve my tears.

I’m really glad Kenzie showed up on my doorstep today. I get the feeling we’re going to be great roommates.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jace

“What’d you think?” I ask, setting my fork down.

We just finished dinner, and despite Kenzie saying she wasn’t hungry, she managed to finish off an entire ten-ounce steak.

“It was great! Better than a restaurant.”

“Except for the instant mashed potatoes.”

“They weren’t bad. The butter helped.”

“I didn’t even know we had those. Carter must’ve bought them.”

“Or maybe your ex.”

“Nikki wouldn’t buy potatoes. She doesn’t eat carbs except on rare occasions.”

“I don’t know how someone can go without carbs.” Kenzie hops up from her chair. “More cheesecake?”

“I don’t know if I have room, but I’ll give it a try.”

She brings it over to the table, then plops back on her chair. “I think I’m drunk.” She digs into the cheesecake with her fork.

I smile at her. “Maybe a little.”

“Are you?”

“I’m buzzed but not drunk. It takes a lot to get me drunk and I really didn’t have that much tonight.”

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