Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)
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“Jerk. You know I’d kill to have your Ta-Ta power.”
“A C-cup is plenty.”
“Says Chesty La Rue with her double digits.” Mya tossed her the dress. “You put that on, and I’ll create a make-up palette. I’ve been itching to get my hands on you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a beautiful girl who spends far too much time alone.”
“I like it that way, My.”
“I know, but it’s only because you haven’t found the person who sings the same song yet.”
Coming from anyone else the line would’ve been hokey, but Kansas knew Mya actually meant it. The new age store owner had a heart of gold and wide open mind. Despite a number of failed relationships, Mya still believed there was a prince or princess charming out there for every person.
An hour later, Kansas rapped on Jett’s door. It swung open, and the sight of him took her breath away. This close she could see the spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“Hey.” His flat tone took the wind from her sails. She faltered.
“Should I not have come?”
“No, no, please come in, I’m sorry. I got some bad news, and it’s thrown me for a loop.” He stepped back and waved her in.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He led her over to the couch and took the chair to the right of her after she sat. “I have to leave the convention.”
“Why?” Her stomach plummeted like an elevator in a mine shaft.
“Lis is in the hospital.”
“Lis?” The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She frowned. “Your sister?”
“No, my ex-fiancée.”
“Okay.” She stood and walked for the door.
“Wait, where are you going?” He chased her, grabbed her wrist to stop her at the door.
“Back to my room.” Her chest ached, and the butterflies in her stomach turned back in to crawling caterpillars that made her nauseous.
“It’s not what you think.”
“You have no clue what I think.”
“Tell me.”
“I think you still have unfinished business.”
He shook his head. “That’s not it. This is life or death, Kansas. She’s really sick. I-I wanted to tell you so you didn’t get the wrong impression if you saw something on the television or the web.”
“And you can help her when a doctor can’t?”
“It’s not a physical kind of sickness.”
Her mouth formed an O. She had no right to be upset; they had no history. What if he’s lying again? Are you going to be strung around like your Father was? Taking scraps whenever he decides to pop back into your lives?