Page 41 of Klutch's Kryptonite

“Fuck him,” she snaps, then immediately softens. “Sorry. I’m just... pissed.”

“What happened?”

She stabs at her water with her straw. “He’s married.”

I sputter and cough, choking on the sip of Sprite I just took. No way I heard her right. “I’m sorry, what? Did you just say he’s married? How do you know?”

“I found a fucking wedding ring in his desk drawer yesterday,” she says, her voice tight with anger. “When I asked him about it, he didn’t even have the decency to lie. Just said his wife’s back in Rochester and they have an ‘understanding.’” She makes air quotes around the last word.

“Oh, Kenny.” My heart aches for her. I know how much she liked him. “I’m so sorry.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s not like we were a thing anyway. I just thought he was hot.”

She can say that all she wants but I know her better than that.

“Still,” I say gently. “It sucks.”

“Yeah, well, men are trash. What else is new?” She forces a laugh. “Enough about me. What’s up with you and your sexy biker? Please tell me something good is happening in one of our love lives.”

Guilt twists in my stomach. I feel bad admitting that things with Klutch are amazing while she’s masking a broken heart. “We’re... good.”

Her eyes narrow. “That’s it? ‘Good’? Come on, Dems. I need details to live vicariously through.”

I can’t help but smile. “Fine. He took me to meet his parents on Sunday.”

Kenny’s jaw drops. “Shut. Up. Meeting the parents already? That’s like... serious.”

“I know,” I admit, feeling my cheeks warm. “It was actually really nice. His mom is this tiny force of nature who works as a charge nurse at Saint Luke’s. She said she’d vouch for me once I get my nursing license.”

“Wait,” Kenny interrupts. “You told her about nursing school?”

I nod. “It just came up while we were cooking. She was so excited, started telling me all about the hospital and offered to help me get a job there after graduation.”

“So you’re still planning on going to school?”

“Of course,” I say firmly. “As soon as this mess with my dad is sorted.” No way in hell am I going to let my father’s screw-up derail me again. This is the last time.

Kenny studies me for a moment. “You really like him, don’t you?”

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the smile that forms whenever I think about Klutch. “Yeah. I do.”

“God, you’re glowing. It’s gross.” She laughs, shooting me a wink. “What’s he like when you’re alone? Is he still all broody and intense?”

“Sometimes,” I admit. “But he can be sweet too. He brings me coffee in bed.”

“Coffee in bed?” she waggles her brows. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

I flip her off and laugh. “It’s not a euphemism for sex, shit head.”

“Hmm.” She takes a sip of her water. “Well since you brought up the sex. Still mind-blowing?”

“Kenny!” I hiss, glancing around to make sure no one heard her.

She grins. “What? You walked right into it.”

I roll my eyes but can’t stop the blush creeping up my neck. The sex with Klutch is beyond anything I could have imagined. Every night, sometimes twice, he blows my mind. He takes me apart and puts me back together again. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me come undone.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kenny says smugly.

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