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."

thoughts. The second the door shut, I

it smart-keeping contact brief for both our safety-but

question: Who

my first pick, but she was out of reach. My eyes flicked to the glass of milk

was risky. She was part of the Drago family, Cole's aunt no

said the data was important, probably incriminating for the Dragos. What if Yara acted out

sighed. She wasn't my

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But who else?

and Cole wasn't about to let

That left Jace.

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

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morning, Yara was in the kitchen, apron on, whipping up another amazing breakfast. Watching her bustle around, I couldn't

to play house, or are you just so bored you decided to

might've been holding us here, but it wasn't exactly prison. There were maids who'd make

down gracefully with her own plate. "Plus, I enjoy it. Life's about the little things. Cooking is an art. Turning simple ingredients into something beautiful? It's therapeutic." Sure, if that worked for her, who was I to argue?

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

was amazing, but I needed an