Page 77 of Claiming Atlas

Chapter Thirty-Three

Kayla

“That goes in the box over there.” I point to the box labeledGoodwill, but Scar doesn’t move. I look up at her. “Hello?”

She holds the Banging Cade album up. “Seriously? Come on, Kay, you love these guys.”

I shake my head. “Past tense, Scarlet.”

Past tense.

She frowns. “The whole band didn’t break your heart, babe.”

I raise my eyebrows and pin her with what I hope is a stare that saysdrop it or die.

She shakes her head, then puts the album in the Goodwill box. “You ready to tell me what happened between you two last weekend?”

I snort. “Well, he didn’t break my heart, if that’s what you mean.”

“Bullshit.”

I open my mouth to argue but there’s a knock on the door.

Scarlet raises her eyebrows in question, and I shrug. I’m certainly not expecting anyone.

She jumps over a box and opens the door. “Des! Are you here to help pack, because I’mbeat.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve literally packed, like, two things, Scar.”

She gives me a shocked expression. “They were two veryheavythings, Kayla.”

Des laughs and comes in, patting Scar on the head as she passes her, then sitting cross legged beside me on the floor.

When she doesn’t say anything, I look up. “So?”

“So, there was a visitor at the club last night.”

I grab another glass and wrap it in packing paper. “Cool.”

“Yeah, he was tall, and had red hair, and... weighed about three hundred pounds?”

I pause and look up at her. “And?”

“He brought this.” Des hands me a thick manila envelope.

I flip it over in my hands andKincaid Summersis scribbled on the front in silver marker. “What is it?”

She looks at me pointedly. “Open it.”

“I’m good.” I try to hand it back to her.

“Nope.” She pushes it back toward me.

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