Page 13 of The Enforcer

I could see Kenna standing in the doorway. She hadn't noticed my car in the driveway - or, if she had, she ignored me. Which was probably a good thing. The least Walter knew about me, the better. I couldn't even imagine him finding me with an album full of his girlfriend half-nude or nude.

Then again, there was a dark, prickly side of me that wanted that. I wanted to rub in his face that these pictures were taken of his girlfriend after I pleased the fuck out of her.

I was a petty fuck and I didn't give a shit about it.

"Tell me why, Kenna," he said, whipping around to face her, throwing his arms out. "I thought we were good. Our three-year anniversary is in a week and you're breaking up with me for no reason."

My eyes widened. She was breaking up with him? That dick part of me was doing fucking cartwheels because of this news, but the majority of me wasn't sure how to handle it. She wasn't breaking up with him because she thought we could be together, was she? Because there was no way in hell that that was going to happen.

At least, it shouldn't happen.

I felt like a fucking asshole for rejoicing in someone else's pain. I didn't know Walter. Honestly, I could give two shits about him. But that didn't mean I had to rejoice in his pain.

Fuck, was I really that insensitive?

"Walter, we were high school sweethearts," she pointed out. "You are in college. We barely see each other anymore. I am taking a couple of classes at the community college. You don't need me anymore. I'm just holding you back. I have no aspirations to do anything with my life except travel. You're ready to get married, be a dad, and make tons of money."

"I thought that that was what you wanted too," Walter said. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was upset.

Kenna shrugged and looked away. It didn't appear that she was delighting in this by any means. If only I could be more like her.

"Honestly, I don't know what I want," she said. "I thought I did but that was a lie to make you feel better. I'm not saying what I did was right. I'm not saying it wasn't a terrible thing to do. I lied to you. I lied to myself. I just don't want to do that anymore. To either of us."

Walter stepped forward as though he was going to go back up the porch steps to Kenna. My first instinct was to reach for the door. I didn't want him to go back. As much as I didn't like the fact that he was miserable, I also didn't want him going back to her. Not when I looked at Kenna like she belonged to me.

"What are you saying, Kenna?" he asked. "Is this one of your games, one of your tests? Are you trying to see how much I love you by breaking up with me? Are you trying to see if I'll fight for you? I'm here, aren't I? I'm asking you to stay and it seems like all you're doing is pushing me away."

Kenna bristled, but judging by the look on her face, I sensed she regretted something. Maybe it was that she was breaking up with him at all. Maybe it was something in her past that would cause Walter not to take her seriously. Whatever it was, it was there and it made me shift in my leather seat. I wasn't comfortable with it, quite frankly.

"Look," she said, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, "I get why you would say that. But this isn't that, Walter. I'm not trying to have you prove anything. I'm not going to want you back. I just... I'm barely eighteen. I need to figure out what I want from my life. You know what you want and that's great. I wish I did. But I don't. I need time to figure it all out."

"Should I wait?" Walter asked. I could hear his voice crack and I frowned. There was a conflict of emotions inside of me. I pitied the kid but I hated that he was dragging this out. Take the breakup like a man and be done with it. "I'd wait for you, Kenna. You know that."

"No." She shook her head. She didn't seem as moved as Walter was by this whole breakup. "No, don't wait for me. This isn't time by myself, Walter. If I find someone I want to be with, I'm not going to hesitate."

"You just don't want to be with me," he stated.

"Please understand," she said, dropping her arms.

"You can't tell me how to feel, Kenna," Walter said. "We've been together for three years. I thought you were the one."

"We were high school sweethearts," Kenna said, her voice gentle. "You know that never works out."

"That's bullshit and you know it," he said. "Maybe city assholes don't think it can work but we both know it can. You just don't want it to."

Kenna shrugged. "I'm sorry, Walter," she said. "I don't know what else to say."

"Yeah, you've said enough," Walter said. He spun around and stomped right past me.

I guess that was my cue for me to get out of the car and head to her place. I grabbed the photo album and sucked in a breath, hoping this wouldn't be as awkward as it felt.

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