“Kiki, where’s Yuna? Is she okay?” His voice softened, almost pleading.


    Hearing him call me “Kiki” hit somewhere deep. It’d been ages since he used that nickname.


    Just then, the exam room door opened, and Yuna came out. I handed her the phone. “It’s for you.”


    She looked surprised but took it, putting it to her ear. I stepped back, trying to give her some space,


    but I


    could still catch bits of her conversation.


    “…I get so motion–sick, so Keira brought me to the hospital just to be safe… Don’t worry, doc says


    my


    heart’s fine. Just need some rest.


    “…I know, with Keira around, what’s there to worry about? And Hayden, heads up–I’m only


    epting one sister–inw. If you try to rece her, I’m cutting you off!”


    Her words made my chest ache, like I’d forgotten how to breathe.


    “…Hayden, seriously. Don’t stress. I’ll take care of Keira too…”


    She raised her voice a bit on thatst part, making sure I’d hear it. She was trying so hard to y


    matchmaker, but she didn’t get that love wasn’t something you could just nudge back together.


    “You okay?” Yuna asked, walking over to me.


    I’d alreadyposed myself, meeting her gaze. “Me? I’m fine. Feeling better?”


    She handed me her test results with a smirk. “See? I told you I’d be fine. You just freaked out and


    made me spend all that money on a check–up.”


    “If we hadn’t, and something happened, Hayden would actually kill me,” I teased back.


    “Oh, please. You’re more important to him than anything,” she said, sliding in onest reminder of


    how much Hayden supposedly loved me.


    I didn’t answer, just led her back to the hotel.


    That night, after Yuna had finally crashed, Iy in bed scrolling through my phone. A few unread


    texts from Lena lit up the screen:


    [Met anyone cute?]


    [Send a pic!]


    [Oh, and guess what–Tanya’s baby was discharged. He’s up to 5 pounds, 11 ounces. Desmond’s


    parents took him, and Tanya hasn’t even bothered to show up]


    Attached was a photo of the baby. I opened it and zoomed in. The baby had Tanya’s round cheeks


    and tiny nose–definitely a little resemnce there.


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    I sighed, closing the image, and snapped a quick photo of Yuna snoozing, sending it to Cena:


    [Here’s my hot date.]


    Lena didn’t reply, so I checked my other messages.


    Ron: [???]


    He’d been waiting on a response to his earlier texts. I ignored it and kept scrolling until a message


    from ” BX” caught my eye.


    1. 0.


    I didn’t recognize the name. All my contacts were saved with real names, so I figured it was spam.


    But curiosity got the best of me. I clicked it open, and the message read: [Looking forward to our


    game, Snooker Girl.]


    I instantly thought of Bruno, the guy who’d been a total pest at that cocktail party. Hadn’t Hayden


    set him straight? How was he still around, and how did he even get my number?


    How was he still here, and when did he even get my info?


    Just as I went to block him, I saw he was typing again.


    I waited, thinking, ‘What’s he gonna say now? What’s his deal?‘


    [Wee to the beautiful Space City.]


    A chill ran through me. “Space City” was Houston’s official nickname. Bruno knew I was here.