Into My Heart
By: Izabel
Chapter 8: A Night To Remember
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Kekoa arrived half an hour later. Max opened the door and she sailed in. Her makeup was smudged and her features tight with stress.
"What's wrong?" Max demanded as she shut the door. She leaned against it as Kekoa made her way to the couch and sank down.
Kekoa buried her face into her hand and then looked up. "I'm in trouble, Max."
Max drew in a sharp breath and walked over. She sat beside Kekoa and took her hand. "I'm sure it'll all work out—it always does. But just for the sake of conversation, what's the problem?"
When Kekoa didn't smile, Max got worried. "K, what's with the cryptic? You're scaring me."
Kekoa stood and walked to the bay window overlooking the ocean. "I'm pregnant," she replied so softly, Max thought she'd misunderstood.
Max just stared at her. "Does JD know?"
Kekoa shook her head. She leaned against the wall, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. She soundlessly slipped down the wall. The penthouse was so quiet, Max could hear the clock across the room ticking away the seconds.
Max walked over to Kekoa and offered a hand up. Kekoa climbed to her feet and Max soundlessly wrapped her arms around her friend. Kekoa trembled in her arms.
"You have to tell him," Max admonished as gently as possible.
"How did this happen?" Kekoa muttered.
Max held her at an arm length. "Do I really have to go over the birds and the bees with you?" Kekoa laughed bitterly.
"Do you want to go to dinner?" Max asked. "I can call Jason and tell him you're sick. Or I can even say I'm sick."
Kekoa shook her head. "I want to go."
Max eyed her outfit. Torn jean shorts and a halter top. "Is that appropriate for dinner?"
Kekoa laughed. "I came here to tell you what to wear and see if I can borrow something."
Max wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her down the hall to her room. She opened the door to the walk-in closet and she and Kekoa grabbed a few selections.
Kekoa finally decided on a short, red dress with spaghetti straps. It had threads of a sparkly material to accent it. It was cut low and had virtually no back. She slipped into a pair of Max's shoes (red to match) and touched up her makeup.
Max decided on a short satin, silver dress, one of her favorites. It had wide straps at the top, but was cut into a very low v-neck, exposing a bit of cleavage. She put on silver sandals.
Max finished touching up her makeup as well, and turned to Kekoa for inspection. "Well?"
Kekoa gave her a once-over. "Gorgeous. Me?" she spun in a circle.
"I like that dress on you," Max decided. "Keep it."
Kekoa smiled. "Really?" She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Where'd you get it?"
"Tiffany's," Max replied nonchalantly. Both girls had grown up in extremely wealthy families and were used to hearing designer names and high-priced stores. They frequently gave each other clothes they bought.
"My car or yours?" Max asked, once they were outside.
Kekoa glanced around. "Yours." They giggled and walked over to the car.
Max got in and Kekoa paused by the door. She pulled something off the windshield. She opened the paper and her jaw dropped. "Max?" she said with a trembling voice.
Max leaned over the seats and poked her head out the door. "Yeah?"
Kekoa handed her the note.
SEE YOU SOON, MAXIE.