Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 217

Demi nodded. "Oh, yeah. My brain's basically an amusement park. Full of rides and these pretty lights."

She laughed and squeezed me tighter. "And guess what? You're in there too."

This girl could charm anyone.

We got to the spot where the accident went down. Hayden climbed up to check out the damage, scribbling in his notebook as he went.

"We lost two sets of lights. Each set had twenty-two bulbs, with, like, thirteen different colors," Hayden said, scanning the broken lights before glancing at the crane off in the distance. Finally, Hayden turned to Demi. "Call your superior and get him over here. We need to figure out who's responsible for this mess and check the damages."

Demi blinked in surprise. "Oh, right!" She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Wayne.

It wasn't long before Wayne showed up. When he spotted me, he froze for a second, obviously not expecting me. But after a beat, he smirked. "Rea, doing an early inspection?" His tone had a slight edge to it-he knew I wasn't in charge anymore.

I knew Wayne wasn't trying to be mean-just teasing-so I gave him a small smile. "Nope, just here to see Hayden."

As soon as I said that, I caught a flicker of something in Wayne's eyes, but he quickly shifted his attention to Hayden. "The contractor already told me about the accident."

way of telling Hayden to drop

like he wasn't even fazed. "If they've admitted fault, they'll cover the damages. I'll

attempt to smooth things over or let

irritated. "This is on me.

to try and get Hayden to back

having any of it. "Then the

to bite my lip to keep from

was clear

there, just a step apart,

Derni felt the tension. She nudged me,

quiet. No matter whose side I took, someone was going to get hurt. Plus, I had a feeling this whole showdown had something to do with me, so keeping

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was a standoff between two just turned into

tension spiked, and Demi squeezed my arm, whispering, "Keira..." her voice

she could say anything else, Jace zeroed in on her. "Ms. Young, why don't you fill me

stiffened, clutching my arm like

urged, giving her a gentle