CHAPTER 22
Kennedy would have never guessed she could make it from L’Aroma Bakery to Willow’s car in J Lot in just a little over five minutes. Shortly after wishing Ian her very hasty and probably not-so-polite goodbye, she’d taken off the platform sandals and ran the rest of the way barefoot, vowing to never let her roommate talk her out of her comfortable tennis shoes again.
Kennedy reached student parking as Willow headed over from the opposite direction.
“Dude.” Willow looked Kennedy up and down. “You’re a mess.”
“I know.” Kennedy threw open the passenger door to her roommate’s car. “Let’s go.”
Willow sat down beside her and offered a sympathetic gaze.
Kennedy was in no mood for compassion right now. “What’s happened to Carl?” She mentally calculated down to the minute when they
