Regards,
G
P.S. A word of warning. Jasmine is a very smart liar and—ahem—very good in bed. My previous observations have shown that Jasmine is great at making a man believe her side of the story. What I mean is if your Kane has been bewitched by her charms, a simple confrontation with them may not give you the result you want—assuming you want to hold on to Kane. I say outsmart her. I'll be in your corner for that.
Hannah took a deep breath and poised her fingers on her keyboard. This was for herself and for Kane. A man like Kane didn't deserve to be hoodwinked by a whore. She was all for outsmarting this Jasmine Allen, whoever she was. But she didn't know where to start.
Dear G,
Your email was very unexpected but also very much appreciated. I already feel like I have a friend in you even though I don't even know your name.
I know that Kane had started seeing someone else. He told me about her a few days ago. And you're right about this woman breaking up engaged couples. Kane broke up with me to be with her.
I do want Kane back and I also want to rescue him from the clutches of this slut (please excuse my language—I haven't even met her yet but I already hate her with a passion). I agree confrontation would not work. It's way too late for that. Do you have any suggestions?
Regards,
Hannah
P.S. Would you tell me your name?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jasmine stared at one of the fan emails she had received, forcing her attention to fix on the message on her computer screen. With a shake of her head, she gave up. Try as she might, she just couldn't get her mind off Kane and the fact that he was spending another day with Hannah.
What was supposed to be a one-day favour to help Hannah check out four apartments became a full weekend stint when Hannah had talked Kane into accompanying her to go shopping for items she would need for her new home.
She huffed, still hurt by the fact that Kane had given in to the pity-me act of his ex. Sure, he had reasoned that by shopping with Hannah today, she could be out of his house sooner rather than later. Hannah had already put a holding deposit on an apartment that would become available in three weeks' time and she would need furniture and other essentials before she could move in. And apparently, none of her friends were free to go shopping with her.
Jasmine thought that was a whole load of crap. Hannah probably didn't even ask anyone else but Kane.
She turned on the TV, hoping she could find a good program that would distract her until Kane came home. This was her last weekend in Sydney and she couldn't believe he wasn't spending it with her.
Another hour had passed when the doorbell rang. She sprang up from the couch and stomped to the door. The time waiting for him only served to stimulate her annoyance and hurt.
"Hi, baby," Kane said with a wide smile as she opened the door.
"Hi," she muttered and strode stiffly back to the lounge.
"Hey, what's this?" Kane asked, bewildered, as he followed her.
She sat cross-legged and hugged a throw pillow to her chest, ignoring him and staring resolutely at the television screen.
"Jaz, what's wrong?" Kane asked as he sat next to her, touching her face.
Her eyes started to water, undone by his soft tone and the caressing hand on her cheek.
"Baby?"
"You were gone for longer than you said you would be," she said icily.
"Hannah took longer in choosing her furniture. But she's got all the basics now. She'll be ready to move out when she gets the keys to her apartment."
"I don't understand why you continue to pander to her, Kane."
"I don't pander to her," he replied insistently. "All I want is for her to get everything sorted as quickly as possible so she can move out of my house. If I hadn't gone with her, I have no doubt she would have dragged her feet and she'd be in my hair for longer than necessary. I thought you understood that, baby."
She sniffed, slightly appeased by his words. "This is my last weekend here," she whispered, "and you've spent it with your ex. I know I don't leave until Friday but you'll be at work all week."
Kane scooped her up and placed her on his lap, squeezing her tight. "I promise to spend every minute of next weekend with you."
"But I won't be here!"
"So? I'll be in Melbourne with you. In fact, I've taken Friday off and I'm catching the same flight as you on the way there. I've already bought my ticket."
She gaped at him. "You have? When?"
"Last week."
"How come you didn't tell me?"
"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise," he said dryly. "But since you're mad at me …"
A sweet smile slowly spread on her face.
He gave her a relieved grin and kissed her soundly. "So you're not mad anymore?" he asked as he started kissing her face.