Page 65 of Both Sides Now

For me, it’s shit on a stick.

Keegan never returned last night.

How do I know? I woke up every hour to check.

But every hour, the bed—and all other parts of the suite—remained empty. I don’t want to think about where he laid his head. Or any other body parts.

At this point, I don’t know what to do. Should I call a taxi and make a beeline for the train station?

I grab my phone, hoping for a message from Keegan, but aside from a photo of Domino playing with Shawn, it’s radio silence.

Painful, terrible silence.

The keypad beeps, and Keegan enters the room, his face a mask of calm. The same face he wore in his office after our fateful kiss.

Not a goddamn emotion in sight.

He clears his throat and jerks his chin at me. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” I focus on the comforter, trying to squelch the growing nausea in my stomach.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, not yet.” Wonderful. Cordial banalities.

He strides across the room, grabbing the room service menu. “What would you like? They have omelets, waffles, mimosa.”

What I want to know is where the hell he spent the last several hours. But it’s not my place. I don’t have a place in his life. Not anymore.

All thanks to me and my stupid attempt at levity.

“I’m not hungry,” I mumble.

“I’ll order you some food, regardless. The reception doesn’t start until three, and you’ll likely be starving by then.”

How kind of him.

Here I thought he’d be as torn up as I am last night. Turns out, he’s downright chipper. Likely because he got his dick sucked by any number of willing participants. I’m no fool. I saw the women eyeing him since our arrival, just waiting for their chance.

What do I do?

Hand him over on a silver platter.

And now, our stilted dialogue is downright painful. Best cut to the chase, so I can cut out of here.

“I wasn’t certain you’d still want me to attend the reception.”

A muscle jumps in his jaw, but he maintains a staring contest with the menu. “Why wouldn’t I want you there?”

Oh, we’re playing itthatway. Now, he’s going to act like he never said anything.

See? I worried he would say something born of a drunken stupor.

Judging by his behavior this morning, I was right.

How fun.

With a huff, I toss back the covers and storm past him into the bathroom. “Can’t imagine why, Keegan.”

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