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."

me alone with my racing thoughts. The second the door shut, I grabbed my phone, trying to reconnect to Hayden's signal. Nothing. It was gone, just

Hayden was playing it smart-keeping contact brief for both our safety-but it didn't make

then there was the question: Who

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

thought was risky. She was part of the Drago family, Cole's aunt

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

wasn't

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But who else?

here, and Cole wasn't about to let

That left Jace.

actions, and the ten years I'd known him told me one thing-I could trust him. So, I decided to take the chance and put my faith in him. But getting him involved without tipping off Cole? Yeah, that was going to take some

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the kitchen, apron on, whipping up another amazing breakfast.

to play house, or are you

exactly prison. There were maids who'd

an art. Turning simple ingredients into something beautiful? It's therapeutic."

I muttered with zero shame, stabbing my food. "Too bad I don't like anything

but I needed an excuse to