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

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Chapter 673

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"I don't know," I mumbled, staring at the blank wall. "I miss him so much, but then I remember how he lied to me -let me think he was gone when he wasn't-and all I wanna do is punch him. Maybe kick him too."

Lena gave me a knowing nod. "Totally fair. If he shows up, I'll hold him down so you can get a solid kick in. He deserves it for putting you through all this crap."

Honestly, my busted knee turned out to be a decent excuse to take a breather. The next morning, though? Absolute torture. The pain was so bad I couldn't even crawl out of bed.

Too bad I only had one day to chill. The big light show was the day after tomorrow, and the human light display- my genius last-minute idea-was 100% my problem.

So there I was, limping my way onto the venue. Ron took one look at me and froze. "Whoa. Should I grab you a wheelchair or something? You look like you're dying."

I sighed, rolling up my pant leg to show him the damage. His jaw dropped. "Holy crap, that's bad! I thought it was just a bruise. Did you, like, go to the ER?"

"It's fine. I'm not dying," I said, brushing it off like no big deal.

Before he could go full mom-mode, the room shifted. A group of guys in sleek black suits and matching shirts strode in, stealing all the attention.

"Are those the models? Dang, they're

said as they headed

about to figure out who was in charge, a luxury car pulled up like it owned the place. Out stepped Cole, rocking shades and a

it was

counting under his breath. "Wait. There's

the bathrooms. "One's got a sensitive stomach. He'll

back. I don't need him throwing off the lineup." Cole flashed me an exaggerated OK

sharp stab in my knee almost dropped me. I -hissed,

on point. "Whoa there. What's

Please. More like bad

jumped in, his voice all serious.

me and asked, "What's going on? Where are you

shook my head. "It's

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limped toward the backstage area. Naturally, Cole

into a

imagination really

"I tripped...