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. It

smart-keeping contact brief for both our safety-but it didn't make me feel any

was the question: Who

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

risky. She was part of the

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

wasn't my best

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But who else?

here, and Cole wasn't about to let me waltz out to hand it off

That left Jace.

had managed to come once, 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 chance and put my

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on, whipping up another amazing breakfast. Watching her bustle

I said, "Are you this eager to play house, or are you just so bored

but it wasn't exactly prison. There were maids who'd make whatever we

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

zero shame, stabbing my food. "Too

amazing, but I needed an excuse