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was nowhere to be found. "I thought he was being an ass at first but now I think maybe he was right. Kenzie is really excited about this, Jace. The way you're acting right now would ruin it for her."
                  I felt my stomach roll even as I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
                  "I think you do," Wyatt's voice sharpened, his lip curling as he gave me a disgusted look. “You know what,” he started to take a step towards me before throwing up his hands. “Just… stay here while we finish loading up the truck. I'll let you know when we're back from town." Without another word Wyatt walked out the door, tugging it closed behind him.
                  I shot a look at the window wondering if I would be able to catch a glimpse of Kenzie before deciding against it. If I couldn't watch her pack there was no way in hell I was going to be able to watch her leave. I had been kidding myself to think otherwise.
                  Running a hand through my hair I started up the stairs that led to my bedroom letting out a harsh breath. Garret and I had a reckoning coming, it was only a matter of time. Since we had gotten back from the tour he and Kenzie had been spending every spare moment of their time together. Before last year, that had been me.
                  The strain our relationship had gone through recently was almost too much to bear. For the first few months after her drunken confession, Kenzie had given me the silent treatment. She treated me like I hadn't existed before finally thawing, almost making me wish she'd kept on with the cold shoulder. Now instead of treating me like I wasn't there, it was like she was barely able to stomach the sight of me.
    And now she was moving away.
                  As I walked past the window my gaze drifted across the yard immediately zeroing in on Kenzie. Her blonde hair was piled onto the top of her head in a messy bun and she was laughing at something with her head tossed back. I couldn't help but think about how fucking pretty she looked.
                  Not too long ago she had been a curious little girl who seemed to follow me wherever I went. Then we had left on our first world tour. A few months later we had returned home for Kenzie’s college graduation and I had been running from my feelings for her ever since.
                  When I’d knocked on her bedroom door I’d expected to be greeted by my Kenzie. The girl with frizzy curls and dirt under her nails. My little one. Instead I was met by a stunning woman who had thrown her arms around me, pressing every delicious curve into my body.
                  My little one was nowhere to be found.
                  At ten Kenzie had wrapped me around her little finger. At seventeen she had gripped my heart in her tiny fist and hadn't let it go.
                  Being near her but not being able to kiss her or touch her the way I so desperately wanted to was pure torture. I had never been jealous of my cousin before seeing a teenage Kenzie climb into Garret’s lap when we had been watching a scary movie. I was still surprised the glass I had been gripping so tightly hadn't shattered. It was around that time that I had started partying more. I drank and slept around trying to distract myself from the guilt of wanting Kenzie when she was so young.
                  On the night of her last birthday when she had kissed me, I was so bombed I had given in for a minute thinking it was a dream. The guys and I had thrown her a party and she’d worn a bright red dress that left little to the imagination. Kenzie was everything I could have ever wished for and more. She was kind, smart, and so fucking beautiful she took my breath away every time I looked at her.
                  When she’d whispered that she loved me, I felt like I had been dosed in cold