than he did about the job, and you didn’t believe him. You didn’t trust that he was a good guy who would never be bitter about choosing love over a stupid job. And he is a good guy, Kendall. I know you don’t have much experience with those, but you treated him like he was any other asshole in your life. He deserved better.”
The tears were flowing now with no end in sight. “I know he’s a good guy,” she said on a choked back sob. “He’s the best.”
Ray sighed and knelt down so that they were eye-to-eye. “If I had to guess, I’d say you were scared. You thought you should maybe leave him before he leaves you?”
She sniffled. “Probably.”
He patted her knee in a very condescending way that would’ve pissed her off if she wasn’t so far down her deep, dark hole of self-pity. “And now we realize that was a dumbass move, right?”
She really wanted to punch him in his stupid, perfect, smug nose. But she couldn’t—and not just because she was two-fisting wine and ice cream. She couldn’t punch him for being right, damn it.
“Yes,” she grumbled.
He stood up and clapped his hands together. “So, now what are we going to do to about it?”
“Well, what the hell can I do? I walked away and broke his heart. He probably hates me now. Rightfully, too.”
Ray cupped his ear and asked, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you with that self-pity dick in your mouth.”
She frowned at him. “Did you just quote Blind Al from Deadpool 2?”
He shrugged. “If the self-pity dick fits.”
“Do you really think he’d forgive me? After everything?”
Ray looked at her like she was stupid. Again. “Look,” he began, “I don’t know all the secrets of the universe, but I know two things about life with one-hundred percent certainty. First, if I had ten minutes alone with Adam Driver, I could make him love me. And second, my brother is stupid in love with you. He’d forgive you anything, Pooh Bear. Even this latest bit of asshattery.”
She sat up straighter and set the wine down, then the ice cream. Ray was right, damn it. She’d been a scared, self-pitying, whiny, dumbass. “I have to fix this,” she muttered.
“Damn straight.”
Kendall stood up. “I have to get him back!”
Ray high-fived her. “Fuck yeah, you do!”
She grabbed her purse off the floor by the front door. “I’ve got to go now! Maybe I can catch a flight out today—”
He snagged her by the wrist and spun her around, then shoved her toward the bathroom. “Whoa, there, Flash. Shower first. Then we’ll go get your man.”
“Oh, that’s probably a good idea,” she mumbled, lost in thought. There was so much to do!
Ray let out an exasperated breath, sat down in her chair and tucked into what was left of the ice cream. “Being a fairy god gay is exhausting.”
Chapter 33
Ray didn’t let her leave the apartment until she’d showered and done her hair, put on pants that didn’t have an elastic waistband, and had brushed blush across her cheeks. (He’d wanted full make-up, but she didn’t have the patience for that. The blush had been the only compromise the bastard would consider.)
Only now, relatively sober, coming down off her ice cream high, sitting in Ray’s car, did she think to ask where they were going.
“This isn’t the way to the airport,” she said.
“I’m aware of that,” he answered, pulling up to the valet outside the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills.
Kendall resisted the urge to scream obscenities at him. “Ray,” she said through clenched teeth, “I need to get to the airport.”
“No, you don’t. What you need to do is trust me.”
So, against her better judgement, she trusted him. She trusted him through the lobby of the swankiest hotel she’d ever seen, up the elevator, and into a suite. She trusted him when he shoved her into a chair and turned on the television.
On the verge of whining, she said, “Look, I told you last time that I’d give gay porn a chance. But I hardly think this is the time to—”
He blinked at her. “Do you honestly think I brought you to the best hotel in the state so that we could watch gay porn together?”
She threw her hands up. “I don’t know! You’re not giving me anything to go on, here.”
He thrust the remote into her hand. “Turn on the news. Then you’ll understand why we’re here.”
I’m going to kill him. He’s my best friend, but I’m