POV: Kendrick 

“That doesn’t answer my question, Vin, what the hell are you doing here and how did you find me?” I repeated my question, sounding more firm to make her see that I was not in the mood for her shenanigans right now.

“We are way past all that, Ken. You know exactly what I want, and I know what you want too. So why don’t you buy me a drink so we can both have fun,” she responded casually, making it sound like she had no ulterior motives.

“I don’t want you here, I want to be left alone. So leave, Vinnie. You can go out there and...