He kissed me one last time and promised to see me that night. I had to work, though, so he said he’d call later and we could make plans. So that afternoon, I tried to read some of my textbooks and just couldn’t get into the work. Instead, I remembered my morning together with Kage. We’d taken pictures (the “proof” that Fay had asked for—Kage lay in bed, covered with the sheet up to his waist, pretending to sleep), wound up in bed one last time, and then he took me home so I could change clothes and clean up more. He went to visit his lawyer (or a lawyer—I wasn’t clear about that), and then he picked me up and took me to Starbucks. I hadn’t expected him to come into the coffee shop. I’d thought he was going to sit in his truck the whole time and present the papers to Fay later. That had been quite a twist but probably one Fay had coming to her. We hadn’t discussed my dying car and definitely not the fact that I was now four hundred short of a repair and would no longer feel good about exchanging sex for car favors. In just that short time, I’d felt an iron clad bond form between Kage and me, and it wouldn’t have felt right.
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