Deboned Fish for Her, Left No Room for Me Chapter 04

Deboned Fish for Her, Left No Room for Me Chapter 04

Keaton reached out and gently pulled Cecily back.

Then he bent down and brushed at the hem of her dress.

“She’s all sweaty. Don’t let her ruin your favorite dress.”

His disgusted tone made it sound like I was filthy.

My face burned red.

My fingers twisted together until they hurt.

Cecily gave him a little glare and pulled me toward her.

“Marlow, don’t listen to him. Even if you two broke up, I’m still your best friend.”

“I’ve been texting you for days, and you haven’t answered me.”

As she spoke, Cecily pinched him in the side.

“This is all your fault. You dragged me into it, and now Marlow’s pulling away from me too.”

Keaton gave her an indulgent smile.

“Okay, my fault. Don’t be mad, princess.”

After he said it, his gaze flicked toward me.

I did not show the anger or heartbreak he expected.

I only looked at him calmly.

“I’m not here to see you off. I’m flying too.”

Cecily’s eyes widened.

Keaton’s brows drew together.

His expression cooled instantly.

“Marlowe Quenby, are you that desperate to follow us to Hartwick?”

I wanted to explain.

Not Hartwick.

Cypress Harbor, more than a thousand miles south.

But he did not give me a chance to speak.

He sighed like he was already exhausted by me.

“Fine. Follow us if you want.”

“It’s been this way for years anyway. I’m used to it.”

“But there won’t be a bed for you in Hartwick. You can sleep on the floor in the living room.”

He talked about me like I was an extra bag he had no choice but to bring.

I bit my lip.

Despite myself, my eyes began to sting.

Cecily puffed out her cheeks.

“Keaton, that was too much.”

He swallowed when he saw my eyes redden.

But he still refused to soften.

“She’s not anyone to me now. I’m already being nice by not charging her rent.”

Just then, the airport announcement called final boarding for the flight to Hartwick.

Keaton took Cecily’s hand and walked forward.

He called back over his shoulder,

“Keep up.”

I had spent ten years running after Keaton Stroud.

This time, I finally did not have to run.

I turned around and walked toward my own gate.

After I boarded and found my seat, the flight attendant announced that we were preparing for takeoff.

My phone started vibrating like crazy.

Keaton’s calls and messages popped up one after another.

[Marlowe, the plane is about to take off. Why aren’t you on board?]