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didn't budge, he just shook his head infuriating me. “No.” The word rang with a note of finality I didn't miss. “Not until you tell me the whole truth.”
                  Gazing up at him, I almost smiled noticing his long brown hair curling over his ears in a way I knew irritated him but I had always loved. No doubt he would steal one of my hairbands before long to keep the silky strands from falling into his eyes.
                  I forced myself to remember the pain I had felt when I had finally worked up the nerve to tell Jace the whole truth, only to hear him fucking Sydney West minutes later. I should have gotten out then but apparently I was a glutton for punishment. Since that night it seemed he had done everything in his power to push me away from him.
                  He’d done a fantastic job.
                  Squaring my shoulders I forced myself to meet his gaze, ignoring my splintering heart. “I need to get over you, Jace. Moving away is the first step of my plan.”
                  This time when I walked past him he didn't try to stop me.
     
    Jace
                  I hadn't slept a wink in the past week.
                  After my confrontation with Kenzie in the kitchen, I had returned to my house only to roam through it aimlessly. Her words were cycling around in my head and I couldn't seem to get them out.
                  I knew Kenzie thought she had a crush on me. That had been undeniable after what had happened on her birthday, but I hadn't thought she was still carrying a torch. Not only had Kenzie admitted that she still had those kinds of feelings for me, she had implied there was a plan in place to get rid of them.
                  Knowing Kenzie, the plan was foolproof.
                  Now the big day was here and Kenzie was setting her plan into action. I had no fucking idea what to do about it. I'd reluctantly agreed to help Kenzie move to Reece's place in town but I couldn't bring myself to walk over to the big house to watch her pack.
                  "Of course your lazy ass isn't moving," Wyatt commented as he walked through my front door without an invitation. His cocksure smile grew when he took in my rough appearance. "You look like absolute shit."
                  "Fuck you, Wyatt," I snarled. If the idiot had any sense he would have left it at that, but Wyatt never knew when to quit.
                  "Someone has their cranky pants on." He gave a low whistle and rocked back on his heels. "Put the death stare away man. You're gonna give someone a heart attack."
                  "Not you unfortunately," I grumbled. "Did you come over here just to irritate the shit out of me?"
                  “While that is a productive use of my time, I was sent here." Wyatt moved further into the room holding his hands out in front of him. "This is one of those don't shoot the messenger type situations."
                  I felt my nostrils flare. "Spit it out, Wyatt."
                  "You've been kicked off of the moving crew."
                  "Who the fuck did that?"
                  "Garret."
                  My vision hazed as I shot to my feet nearly knocking the recliner I had been sitting on over. I saw Wyatt take a step in retreat, his brows raising at the force of my reaction. "You better explain better than that, Wyatt."
                  My cousin Garret and I had always gotten along in the past. We’d been best friends from almost the moment my aunt and uncle had moved me to the farm. Garret was easy to get along with but lately my older cousin had done nothing but piss me off. It didn't seem to matter what he did.
                  Wyatt's blue eyes had clouded over as he watched me. The easy going smirk he usually had painted on his face