“That’s probably too much information,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Girl, you’re fine. Living here, you get desensitized to sex, honestly. You can’t shock me.”
“That I believe.” I glance around, thinking of how many people I’ve seen in the throes of it in this very room. “Still, it was different. There’s sex, and then there’s whatever happened between us. It felt like more.”
“Why are you frowning then?” She nudges my arm. “That sounds like a good thing.”
“It is.” I try to force a smile. “I’m just not sure how he feels about it. What if I’m building it up in my head, but to him, it’s just sex?”
“You could ask him.”
“Ask Dean about his feelings?” I hitch an eyebrow. “Have you met him?”
“I have actually.” She stands taller. “And I’ve never seen him look at anyone like he looks at you. So if anyone can ask Chaos about his feelings, you can.”
Maybe she’s right, and I’m scared for no reason. It’s just that this hesitance still hangs between us, like the factthat he still hasn’t kissed me. If I push too hard too fast, he might throw on the brakes.
My phone rings, and I’m so distracted that I answer before looking to see who’s calling.
“Hello.”
“Willa.” My sister’s voice makes my stomach sink.
“Eden.” I frown, glancing at Aimee.
She rolls her eyes when she learns who I’m talking to.
Over the course of the past couple of days, cleaning the clubhouse, Aimee and I have built a strange friendship. Telling each other things about our lives that we might not under different circumstances. Something about cleaning up in the aftermath of what happened formed a bond that’s different from my usual friendships.
“You answered. Thank God, I’ve been trying to reach you. You need to come back home.” Eden’s voice is pitched, and all her thoughts are running together when she’s usually so calm. “How could you do this?”
“How couldIdo this?” My teeth clench, and I step aside. “You screwed my fiancé.”
“You didn’t even like him.”
“That’s not the point, Eden.”
“Come on, Willa. We both know you weren’t showing him any attention.”
“So you took it upon yourself to do it?” I feel myself getting flustered. “You know what? I don’t care. Screw Kincaid all you want.”
“Willa…” My name is a grunt and a sigh, like she has any right to be frustrated. “You need to come back. How could you do this to Kincaid? To Dad?”
The door to church opens, and the guys start to filter out. My gaze snags on Dean, who is one of the last to leave.
“If you’re calling me to convince me to forgive him or go back to him—”
“Dad is pissed.”
“Good. He broke his fucking promise.” That promise was the whole reason I chose Kincaid, and they both lied to me.
“Who is she talking to?” I hear Dean ask Aimee when he stops beside her.
“Her sister, I think.” Aimee shrugs, and Dean’s gaze hardens.
He beelines for me just as Eden starts rambling more nonsense.
“Things got complicated after Mom died. We had to do what was necessary for Dad. For the ranch. You know that—”
