For the next week, Kayla had managed to wake up each morning with a text from Jared wishing her a good day, but she would also go to bed those same nights with a message from Devon apologizing with wishes for resting well. Whenever she would agree to get coffee with Jared, she would find Devon’s car nearby with the intimidating gaze of the famed athlete glaring at her from his overpriced sports car. It would seem that whenever she would make an attempt to spread her stride beyond the painful past of the road he left at her back and venture forward to the bright future she could have with another man, he would do whatever was in his power to remind her of his effect on her; even if it was something he couldn’t recall himself. It drove her to her wit’s end as she would return from having an
