Page 98 of Fit for Love

“Look, I just thought it was something you should know,” Gwyneth says.

“And now I do.But if anyone else finds out—even if not through you—I’m making that call, and you’d better pray you didn’t leave a digital footprint when hacking this hospital.”

She turns even paler.“I can’t believe I actually thought you and I could be together again.”

“I can’t believe you thought so either.I told you we were done, and I meant it.”I don’t add that after this conversation, even if an apocalypse wiped out all other women on the planet, I would sooner let humanity die out than be with her.

With a huff, Gwyneth turns on her heel and rushes out of the cafeteria.

I take a seat on the nearby chair, take out my phone, and pay the exorbitant fee required to see Candy Berlin’s feet once again.

Yep.

Still there.

A part of me thought that maybe Gwyneth had somehow faked the page—though I now realize that was a last-ditch hope at best.I mean, where would Gwyneth have found so many pictures of Kendall’s feet?

So it must be true.Here is yet another thing Kendall didn’t trust me with, though I guess in this case, it’s more understandable.She was probably worried that I’d be jealous, and she was right.

Just thinking about some assholes looking at—or sniffing—Kendall’s feet makes me want to smash their noses into their faces.And yes, I know this reaction is over the top.I mean, if she went to a beach or wore sandals, everyone would see her feet… right?Then again, maybe not.If I were there, they wouldn’t dare look at them.Certainly, no one should be sniffing anything—though if someone were to do any sniffing, that someone had better be me.

I leap to my feet.

Kendall and I need to have some words.

Walking fast, I return to my sister, but Kendall isn’t there.Nor are our parents.

“Kendall didn’t come back after that phone call,” Jordan says without my asking.

“I see.”I give her the crackers.“How are you feeling?”

“Much better.In fact, they promised to discharge me in a few minutes, so I told Mom and Dad they could head home.”

And they went?Figures.Though in their defense, Jordan looks a lot less swollen, and they know I’m still here.

“Did something happen?”Jordan asks.“You look upset.”

“Long story,” I say tightly.“I need to speak with Kendall.”

“Go find her then,” Jordan says.“Then come back and give me a full report.”

“You’re going to be okay alone?”I ask, my tone softening.

She waves her phone at me.“I’ve got something I need to take care of, anyway.”

“I’ll be right back.”I step away and look around, but I don’t see Kendall anywhere.

I head in the direction she went earlier, and then I spot her—and blink a few times because, weirdly, she’s talking to her brother.

What is he doing here?

Doesn’t he live in New York?

As I get closer, I hear Kendall ask him that exact question in a tense tone.

“Jordan and I work together,” he replies.“When I heard she was in trouble, I got here as soon as I could.”

What the fuck?Is he dating my sister?

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