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MILES
“Whoa, slow down,” I say into the phone when Mackenzie calls me. I barely had a chance to say hello before she started yelling something about seeing Veronica with some guy. “What are you talking about?”
“Aren’t you listening to me?” she yells. “I said that I was supposed to meet up with Veronica at a potential venue site, but when I got there, I saw her kissing some guy."
Her words send a shooting pain in my chest. It's suddenly hard to take in a deep breath. "Are you sure it was her?"
"Miles, I know what I saw. She was sitting on the bench with him in the chapel area. He put his hand on her knee, and then they kissed."
I clench my hands in a fist, and I'm surprised the phone doesn’t crack from my grip.
“Did he kiss her, or did she kiss him?”
“What does that matter?” she asks.
"It matters, Kenzie," I say, trying to hold myself together. "If he kissed her, then maybe she wasn’t a willing participant. And that means I’m going to track him down and kill him. But if she kissed him, then—” I can’t even finish saying the words.
"I don't know," Mackenzie sighs. "One minute they weren't kissing, the next, his tongue was practically down her throat."
I pull the phone away from my ear and try to take a calming breath. This isn’t the time for Mackenzie to be embellishing what she saw. I’m teetering on the edge as it is right now. I don’t need her fanning the flames of my anger.
She’s still talking when I put the phone back up to my ear.
“I left her a voicemail and told her that she was fired.”
"You can't fire her," I say, feeling the need to protect Veronica still. "We don't know the full story."
“I know enough,” she snaps. “I saw it with my own eyes. I’m not about to let her break your heart and get away with it.”
“Will you stop!” I yell.
She does, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I’ve never raised my voice to her before in our lives. Mackenzie was always the mouth, and I hardly ever got a word in edgewise when she was around.
"Thank you for letting me know, but I need to go talk to Veronica. I need to hear it from her that it went down as you said."
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“No.” I run my hand over my face in frustration. “I just need to know her side of what happened.”
“Fine, go ask her. She’s just going to deny it happened.”
“Well, if she does, then that is a bridge I will have to cross when it happens.” I pause. "I know that you are doing what you think is best for me, and I love you for it. But I love her too and can’t take a chance of losing her without talking to her first.”
“Fine. Let me know what she says.”
“I will.”
VERONICA
I was in the car driving back to the office when my phone started ringing. I tossed my purse into the backseat in frustration when I got in, so I couldn’t check the voicemail until I was in the office and sitting at my desk.
"You are so unbelievable, Veronica Gardner!" Mackenzie's voice bellows out. "I saw you. I saw what you did, and I'm calling to let you know you are fired!"
I don’t hear the rest of the message after she says that I’m fired. I barely have a moment to process what just happened when the door to the shop rings out.
Tabitha has the afternoon off after she covered for me yesterday. So, I push to my feet to greet whoever has just walked in. Relief floods me when I see that it’s Miles, at least it does, until I see the angry expression on his face.
