“Easton is going to kill me,” she groans.
I shake my head. “He won’t.”
I’ve been in love with Easton since I discovered I had hormones, but he’s seven years older than us and hasn’t noticed me. It also doesn’t help that I’m painfully shy.
It’s been a constant battle to bury my feelings for him deep down so Rachel won’t notice.
“He won’t what?” Easton asks, suddenly appearing in the doorway and startling the ever-loving crap out of us.
My eyes widen, and for several seconds, Rachel and I just stare at him.
Every time I see him, it feels like an intense punch to my heart. The stubborn organ only beats for my best friend’s older brother and refuses to acknowledge any other man. With his dark-brown hair, stormy-gray eyes, and features that were clearly chiseled by angels who were in one heck of a good mood when they made him, Easton is the epitome of handsome.
His eyes flick between us as he steps into the bedroom and asks, “Why are you crying, Rach?”
She grips my hand as she shakes her head, a pleading expression tightening her features. “You tell him,” she whispers as she partially hides behind me.
Easton’s worried gaze locks with mine, and there’s a fluttering in my stomach while my heart beats faster and faster.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and I clear my throat. “Don’t get angry ...”
He tilts his head, and when his eyebrows draw together in a frown, my insides spin with nerves.
“Rachel is pregnant,” I blurt out the news.
Shock flashes over his way-too-attractive face, and I quickly wrap an arm around Rachel.
His gaze flicks to his sister. “You’re what?”
“I’m sorry,” she sobs. “I don’t know how it happened. We used protection.”
“Who?” Easton growls.
“Who what?”
“Who got you fucking pregnant?” he snaps, anger tightening the lines around his mouth.
Rachel shakes her head and presses her lips together, which has Easton turning his angry gaze to me.
Oh crap.
I quickly shake my head as well. “I don’t know.”
He glares at his sister again. “Tell me, Rachel!”
She looks downright miserable as she admits, “It was a one-night stand at the end of January. He doesn’t go to our school. We hooked up after one of the games.”
I remember the guy. Rachel was so upset when he didn’t call her the week after the basketball game. But that was months ago, and she’s gotten over him since then.
“Christ,” Easton grumbles while pulling his fingers through his hair.
He stares at his sister until she begins to ugly cry, sobs shuddering through her body.
Shaking his head, he lets out a heavy breath before he moves closer to us. He crouches in front of Rachel and places his palm against her cheek.
She throws her arms around his neck and whimpers, “I’m so sorry.”
I scoot to the side, so they’ll have some space, and watch as they hold each other.
