Milo and Buddy flanked Tara, teeth bared, eyes locked on her like she was their next meal.
Tara glanced over, saw Kay still frozen, and tossed her hair with a scoff. “Fine. If you won’t say yes, I’ll just go find a few guys to mess around with tonight. Dylan doesn’t care about me anyway, so why should I care about myself? Do whatever you want—I’m done pretending anyone matters to anyone.”
Kay shot after her, grabbing her wrist before she could storm off.
Tara’s lips curled into a half-smile. “You know how stubborn I am, right? The only reason I put up with all that Warren family nonsense was for Dylan. I can swallow anything for him, but if there’s no chance with him, I’ll do whatever I want. If you don’t want to see me with a bunch of random guys, then come with me.”
Kay hesitated, fiddling with his mask. “I…”
“Clara’s fate isn’t your problem!” Tara cut in, voice sharp.
“I…”
A flicker of sadness crossed Tara’s eyes. She let out a dry, self-mocking laugh. “Forget it. I guess I was too full of myself. Thought if Dylan didn’t want me, at least you would. Turns out, nobody does.”
She spun on her heel and walked away, her back stiff and proud.
Kay stood there, fists clenching and unclenching at his side.
Then Clara’s voice came from behind. “Go after her.”
He stiffened, glancing back at her.
Clara looked pale in the dim light, but her eyes were clear and steady. “Take Aiden and go. I don’t like Tara, but she’s right—without Dylan, she’ll do anything. If you actually care about her, go. You were supposed to get Aiden out anyway.”
There was no way Clara could drag Aiden by herself. He was too heavy, he’d just slow her down.
Kay didn’t waste a second. He stepped forward, grabbed Aiden, and murmured, “Take care.”
That was all he said before dashing after Tara.
It hit Clara just then—Kay really did love Tara. No wonder Tara had slipped into Palm Bay so easily.
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