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

Chapter 829

Yara was looking after me like I was her little sister or something, and honestly, I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"What's wrong?" she teased when I hesitated with the glass of milk. "Worried I poisoned it? Want me to take the first sip?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't deny that Yara was genuinely kind. She'd nearly been engaged to Hayden, yet she'd never acted jealous or petty toward me. Honestly, it didn't make sense. She must've had feelings for him-she'd even admitted to admiring him. And here she was, treating me like we were besties.

I just couldn't figure her out.

"It's not that," I said, taking the milk. "I just feel bad for making you go out of your way."

But Hayden's words were ringing in my head: (Give the ring to someone you trust most and have them hand it over to the police.]

Could I trust Yara?

Her lips quirked into a smile. "Just fulfilling a request.

I froze. A request? From Hayden?

"Alright," she said, stretching the word in a teasing tone, "I'll leave you to get back to sleeeep."

I sighed. "Enough with the guessing games."

second the door shut, I grabbed my phone, trying to reconnect to Hayden's signal. Nothing.

contact brief for both our safety-but

then there was the question: Who could I trust

pick, but she was out of reach. My eyes flicked to the glass of milk in my hand. Could I trust

of

had clearly said the data was important, probably incriminating for the Dragos. What if Yara acted out of self-interest and buried it instead of handing it

wasn't

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But who else?

wasn't about to let me

That left Jace.

he could come back. His recent actions, and the ten years I'd known him told me one thing-I could trust him. So, I decided to take the

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in the kitchen, apron on, whipping up another amazing breakfast. Watching her bustle around, I

or are you just so bored you decided

might've been holding us here, but it wasn't exactly

enjoy it. Life's about the little things. Cooking is an art. Turning simple

Martha Stewart," I muttered with zero shame, stabbing my food. "Too bad I

cooking was amazing, but I needed an excuse to bring