Page 96 of Fit for Love

Chapter30

Ashton

“So what did the doctor say?”Mom demands.

Jordan tells them the same thing she told us, and our parents vow to get second, third, and fourth opinions.

“So,” Dad says to me when we’ve covered everything about Jordan’s condition.“You still owe us an introduction.”

He and Mom look at Kendall pointedly.

Fuck.Why did I let her come with me?

“Relax,” Jordan says.“I met Kendall’s parents.Her dad is a doctor, and her mother does charity work.”

“Oh,” our parents say in unison and look at Kendall a lot more approvingly, which, of course, pisses me off.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kendall says politely and shakes both of their hands.

What follows next feels a lot like an interrogation, by the end of which I get the feeling that my parents are ready to replace Gwyneth with Kendall.

I, on the other hand, feel unsure about her for the first time since she ghosted me—but not because of said approval, as I would’ve expected.As it turns out, I couldn’t care less what my parents think of her, one way or another.However, now that I know my sister is okay, I can finally process the whole Ash debacle, and the more I think about it, the more I hate it that Kendall didn’t trust me—and kept thinking the worst of me even after we got to know each other.

Kendall’s phone rings.

“Will you please excuse me?”she says.“It’s Emma.She and Marcus just came back from their honeymoon.”

“Of course,” Jordan says.“Go.”

When Kendall leaves, Mom gives me a dirty look.“Marcus—as in, your friend, Marcus Carelli?”

The fact that I didn’t help my parents snag a billionaire son-in-law via Jordan is one of the many grievances I have to deal with.

“Can I get you anything?”I ask Jordan.“Maybe a drink or a snack?”

“Yeah.Can you get me a Jell-O cup?Green flavor.”

I purse my lips.“Are you allowed gelatin if you have this alpha-gal thing?It might come from mammals.”

She pouts.“This is going to take some getting used to.Bring me an animal cracker.It might be the closest I’ll get to eating animals from now on.”

“I’ll go get some.”After I make sure they’re vegan, that is.

I walk briskly and spot Kendall still speaking on the phone nearby.

Should I call Marcus?

No.Maybe later.Right now, I need to get animal crackers and figure out where Kendall and I stand.

Turns out, the brand of animal crackers they sell here is vegan, so I pay for them and head back—which is when Gwyneth steps into my path.

“Can we talk?”she asks, smoothing a hand over her sleek brown hair.

I blow out a breath.“What about?”

“Us,” she says.

Fucking hell.“There is no us.And there won’t be.You know that.”

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