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hair away from her face. “Honey, you look like death warmed over.”
    Faintly, Kennedy could hear Red’s voice as he answered the door and then another familiar voice that instantly hit her to her very core.
    “Easton’s here,” Kennedy moaned.
    Nicole’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes,” she said. They both became still, listening, as Red murmured and then Easton’s voice came through loud and clear.
    “I need to see her,” his voice echoed through the halls. “I’m sorry, Red, but I need to talk to Kennedy.”
    “Easton—wait just a damn minute!” Red yelled.
    Kennedy stood up. “It’s okay, you can let him in,” she called out, not wanting the two men to start fighting over this.
    Nicole got up and looked at her. “You don’t need to do this right now. You’re clearly in no condition to deal with him.”
    “I’m okay.” She wiped a strand of sticky hair off her sweaty forehead, feeling the ground sway as she tried to remain upright.
    A moment later, Easton appeared in the entranceway to the room, with Red right behind him. Red’s face was flushed, but Easton’s eyes were cool and clear as he turned his laser like attention on Kennedy.
    “I know I interrupted your meeting, but I just had to see you,” Easton announced.
    He was wearing a dark suit, no tie, with the top couple of buttons open on his collar. He looked gorgeous, and even in the midst of her feeling sick, Kennedy could feel the pull of him, his physical presence taking over the room.
    Red moved past him and went to Nicole. “I couldn’t stop him unless I wanted to have a fight on my hands,” he muttered.
    Nicole just shook her head. “It’s okay,” she said.
    Easton glanced at them. “I know this seems crazy to you two,” he told them. “But I really don’t care what you think of me. I’m here for her,” he said, turning back to Kennedy. “I need you,” he said, walking closer.
    Kennedy looked away. “You should have said this the other night—“
    “Look, I fucked up,” Easton said forcefully. “I know I fucked up. It’s been eating away at me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I don’t give a shit about my job.”
    “Hey,” Red said, rolling his eyes.
    “I don’t,” Easton told him, still looking at Kennedy. “I only care about one thing.”
    “Stop it,” Kennedy said, even though she was starting to crumble. Her defenses were low, and she was sick, and tired of fighting her loneliness and her aching soul that cried out for this man.
    “I won’t stop,” Easton told her. “I need you in my life. You know we’re supposed to be together.”
    “You wouldn’t even stand up to your father,” she said, shaking her head at him. “I can’t take you seriously after the way you treated me. It’s just talk, Easton.”
    “It’s not just talk,” he said. “I’ve put everything on the line for you.”
    She opened her mouth to respond. But at that moment, Nicole moved and another gust of her perfume hit Kennedy’s nostrils, and the smell of it was so intense that her stomach heaved and she had to run out of the room, just praying she could make it to the bathroom in time.
    “Oh God,” she cried out, putting a hand over her mouth. Everything was about to come up—this was no false alarm.
    She threw open the bathroom door and lunged for the toilet, getting there just as vomit poured out of her mouth in a stream, her entire ribcage feeling as though it was being turned inside out.
    Kennedy threw up again, and her throat and nose burned and she was crying from the humiliation of it all.
    The door was shut by Nicole, who came beside her, rubbing her back. “You’re sick,” she said. “You’re really not well, honey.”
    “I don’t know what my problem is,” she said. “This happened the other morning too. I thought it was because I was hung-over. But I didn’t even drink last night.”
    Nicole put a hand on her forehead. “You’re not warm, I don’t think you have a