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Page 128 of Broken Romeo

Goosebumps covered her skin from the back of her neck all the way down to her calves.

She stood there for several breaths, clutching the towel, not facing me. Then, she whipped around, fear widening those cerulean eyes of hers and said, “You’re going to ruin me, Holden.”

My gaze darted up to hers at those words, my breath like dry ice in my lungs, brittle and cracking.

It was such a brutally honest confession from her.

So beautiful and poignant and raw… I didn’t just want to return it, I owed it to Katherine after everything we’d been through up until now to be honest.

“You’re already breaking me, Katherine. And I can’t find it in me to stop you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I rush forward, stepping between Holden and Nolan before Holden can throw another punch as cameras click and flash around us. “Holden, stop!”

He doesn’t listen to me. I don’t even think he hears me.

“Holden!” A voice that I recognize from years ago booms from somewhere behind me. “That’s enough.”

Without turning to look, I know Senator Dorsey is standing behind me.

Holden releases his hold on Nolan’s lapel, an eerie, intense calm sweeping his body. But his eyes are still wild, like a caged tiger.

His gaze skims up my body and lands over my shoulder.

“Dad,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “So glad you could join us. You remember Katherine, right?”

Knees trembling, I turn to face Holden’s dad, a ghost from my past I had no intention of ever revisiting until recently.

Holden might be to blame for breaking my heart, but it’s his father who’s truly at fault for ruining my chance at a career in acting.

Until now.

Until Holden appeared and offered me a second chance.

Senator Dorsey gives me a formal nod of his head and extends his hand. “Katherine. It’s good to see you again.”

I back away from both him and Holden and turn to Nolan where he’s sitting with Amy looking over his bloody lip.

The speech I’ve had planned for five years flies out the window. No words—no amount of yelling or apologies will matter.

Holden moves to cross behind his dad, heading toward Nolan, a look of regret tilting his expression into a frown. “Nolan, I’m sor—”

Senator Dorsey stops Holden mid-stride with his outstretched arm. Instead of doing the human thing and rushing to check on Nolan, he takes the microphone, addressing the crowd.

I’m not sure what the hell he can say to salvage this in front of the hundred or so people who just witnessed one of Broadway’s golden boys crack his fist into another… over me. Then again, Nolan’s words from earlier pop into my mind. All press is good press. And the media loves drama.

From the back, Nolan grunts.

Amy is holding a handful of tissues up to his lip, whispering, “What the hell happened? He’s seen you two kiss on stage dozens of times.”

“He’s seen Zach and Skyler kiss. Not Nolan and Kate,” I say, quiet enough so no one else can hear.

Amy’s eyes widen. “Are you two…”

She lets her question fade without actually asking it.

“No.” Nolan pulls the tissue back, inspecting the amount of blood before sighing.




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