KADE’S POV
Wild panic flared in my chest.
“Andrea.” I snatched the hanger out of her hand and pulled her to me. “What the fuck are you thinking?”
“No, Kade,” she hissed, trying to snatch her hand back, but I held fast. “What the fuck are you thinking?”
I shook my head. “We’re past all this, Andrea. Don’t—”
“I thought so, too,” she snapped. “You and me against the world, remember?”
I nod vigorously. “Of course, I remember.”
“Then why are you letting that fucking pick-me get in between us?”
I exhaled. I didn’t understand why Andrea was reacting this way. I’d made it explicitly clear that Clara and I were just friends. She’d saved my life. How could I turn her away?
When I didn’t answer, Andrea turned away and continued stuffing clothes into her suitcase.
“Andrea, please—what can I do to make you stay?”
She snorted. “You already know, I’ve said it so many fucking times.”
“She has nowhere to go, okay?”