“It might not seem like it now, but things will be okay,” Wren promised.“Keep an open mind and an open heart and you never know what might work itself out.”
Kyra caught herself before making a snarky comment about fairytale endings and how they didn’t seem to be her thing.Wren had fought hard for her own win and she should be celebrating it with her two men, not shut in with Kyra while she pouted over a few failed kisses.
A knock came at the door before Jordan poked his head in.He beamed at Wren then shot Kyra a sympathetic glance.“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” she promised.
“I believe that, too.”Jordan held his hand out to her.“I heard I have the honor of escorting you fine ladies back to the bus tonight.I’m ready whenever you are.”
Despite his nonchalance, she realized he was perfect for the temporary job.As a currently unemployed ex-special agent, he might appreciate feeling useful.Who was she to take that from him?
Kyra stood, accepting a giant group hug that felt even better than her ice cream had tasted.Maybe she wasn’t as alone as she’d thought.“Thank you all for giving a shit.Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”
If she couldn’t have a hard fast ride with Ollie, or Van, to burn off her excess energy, she wanted to take a hot shower and fall asleep after her adrenaline crash so she could forget about the disaster the evening had turned into.