KIERAN’S POV
‘I should have stayed at home.’
That thought repeated like a dull drumbeat as I stood near the concession stand, hands in my jacket pockets, pretending to inspect the overpriced popcorn.
I wasn’t even hungry. I was supposed to be out clearing my head—burning off steam after yet another exhausting round with Celeste, who was trying to spin my life into yet another PR stunt.
It had taken all my willpower not to smash in the skull of the pasty-faced cameraman she’d invited over to shoot a Day in the Life video of reunited mates.
But instead of driving aimlessly as planned, I found myself taking the familiar path to Griffith Park.
While I was still berating myself for coming to Sera’s house, an annoyingly familiar Aston Martin pulled into her driveway.
And when I saw him escort Sera to his car, as she clutched a huge flower bouquet, all bets were off.
