Adore Me

Table Of Contents

Title page

Copyright page

Dedication

Author's note.

Wednesday, November 23rd

Thursday, November 24th

Friday, November 25th

Saturday, November 26th

Sunday, November 27th

Author's Note

Other Books by Jillian Dodd

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Jillian Dodd

adore me

The Keatyn Chronicles

Book 4.5

Bandit Publishing

Copyright 2013 by Jillian Dodd

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Edited by Rebecca Peters-Golden

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ISBN: 978-0-989-2109-7-3

This book is for 

Melissa and Mireya, the original KC Addicts.

This book series is a continuous series in that there is no recap of what happened earlier. 

This book starts the day the last one finished. 

If you haven’t read the first four books, you probably won’t know what’s going on. 

Click here to read book one: Stalk Me.

Click here to read book two: Kiss Me.

Click here to read book three: Date Me.

Click here to read book four: Love Me. 

When we last saw Keatyn, she was getting ready to leave for Thanksgiving break. Below are the last few lines of Love Me.

I throw a few things in my tote bag, give my friends the kind of hugs you give someone when you know you’re not going to see them again, say a few goodbyes, and, at a little after noon, I hop in my prearranged car for the quick trip to the airport. 

When I get to the airport, my jet is waiting for me on the tarmac. 

It’s such a welcome sight. 

My mom says when she goes to the spa in Palm Springs by herself that it’s good for her soul. And I know for sure that going on this trip by myself is going to be just that. 

Good for my soul. 

And I’m really looking forward to being completely by myself. No one to worry about but me. 

I can do whatever I want.

And I’m going to do it. 

I’ve even made a list. A miniature script of my vacation. 

Where I commune with nature. Eat fish I caught myself. Do yoga on the beach. Swim with the dolphins. Macramé myself a pair of sandals. Make a necklace out of shells. Write my name in the sand. Build a sand village. Drink milk from a coconut. Lie in the hammock and read. Collect fruit from the trees and make my own tropical smoothies. 

Make that spiked smoothies. 

Wander down the beach. 

Find a hot guy.

Shit. No. No guys. 

I remember Vanessa telling me that. How it’s expected.

But I’m not going to do that. 

I can’t do that. 

I can’t jump from one relationship to the next. 

I did that every time Brooklyn hurt me. 

Coming to Eastbrooke has been really good for me in so many ways.

I’m stronger. Smarter. Nicer. Tougher. Happier with myself.

I’m doing things that I love.

I know what I want to do with my life.

Last night I went over it from every different angle. 

Tried to imagine every different reaction.

How they would react if I told them.

How they would react if someone else told them.

But no matter how I try to spin it in my brain. 

The outcome is always the same. 

Our trust would be broken.

They’re all amazing. And I know they would understand why I had to lie.

What they won’t understand is why I didn’t trust them enough to tell them my secret.

That’s what will kill their trust.

And Aiden. 

I can’t even imagine how Aiden would react. 

He’d be crushed.

I’d be crushed.

And it would be ruined.

Vincent is like a massive natural disaster. A hurricane, a tornado, and an earthquake all rolled into one. 

And nothing can survive that.

Especially not Eastbrooke.

So I’m not going back.