Always

Riven

I wait for a text from Kennedy letting me know he’s done dropping his drunk infatuation back home where she belongs, but it doesn’t come. I despair for the guy and his midlife crisis.

This thing with Anna Josephine, it isn’t like him. Kennedy is responsible and considered. He plays by more rules than he should in life, certainly more than I do, and if there’s one he should choose to break it’s definitely not this one.

I’m about to call the crazy sonofabitch when I hear his car pull up outside. He’s had the same car for over a decade, I’d recognise the sound anywhere.

I’ve already opened the door when he reaches my doorstep. He brushes past me without a word, and I follow him on through to the kitchen to grab the beer we didn’t manage at Drury’s.

I hand him a bottle and he slumps himself against my kitchen island.

“They’re going to throw her onto the streets,” he says, and I sigh.

“Not. Your. Problem.”

“I’ve been working with her for over five months,” he tells me, like I don’t k