Harper knew?
Those are the only words I hear, and they ring loudly in my head, like a gunshot going off.
If I wasn’t dying inside before, I certainly am now.
She lied to me.
Again.
“I’m done.” I shove Liam off me and head for the front door. “I’m going home. If you want a ride, you better get your ass to my car before I leave.”
The drive home is thick with tension. I drop Kensley off at her dorm before heading home. Nova is in the front seat, while Liam and Ashton sit in the back.
Thankfully, Ashton and Nova were smart enough not to sit together in the car, or I might have made them both walk home in the brutal chill. Doesn’t matter to me that the wind chill is in the negatives outside.
Silence fills the empty space, and as we get home, I storm into the house, heading right for the bedroom.
I slam the door, momentarily forgetting that Zeke is asleep right next door, and grimace when I hear his cries.
“Fuck me,” I grind between clenched teeth.
“Luca?” Harper’s groggy voice stirs a fire deep within me, and I push it down, silencing the desire.
“You lied to me,” I bite, my words as cold as the night air outside.
Harper rubs the sleep from her eyes as she glances at the clock and sits up. “What?” She’s groggy and disoriented for a moment. I recognize the confusion, but I don’t fucking care.
“You should have told me!”
She collapses back onto the bed. “You’re going to have to spell it out for me. I don’t know what you’re mad about, Luca.”
“Ashton and Nova—and you knew.” The heat emanates throughout my entire body. As much as I want to kick her out of the bedroom, it is our room. But maybe she should go sleep on the couch or in Zeke’s room on the twin mattress.
A heavy sigh spills past her lips, and she pats the bed beside her—the empty space, my space. “Come, let’s talk.”
Heat burns through my body. I yank my sweatshirt over my head. I should get changed for bed, but there’s no sleep in my near future. I’m too pumped with anger, fueled by the fire that Harper created. “I don’t feel like talking.”
Harper’s words are soft, disarming, but they don’t calm me. “So, you just feel like yelling?”
I turn my back on her, facing the mirror. It’s dark. I can’t see her reflection or my own at this hour. I strip out of my clothes, finding a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt to put on. Sleeping next to her naked is too intimate tonight.
Not that we haven’t already done that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m angry with her.
“You lied to me.”
Harper sighs and sits up again in bed. Her voice is quieter, and it should relax me, but instead, it irritates me.
“I walked in on Ashton and Harper—doing things.” She gestures with her hands and points to the door. “Down the hallway.”
“How long?”
She bites her bottom lip and winces, glancing away. “A while.”
“How. Long.” The tone in my voice grows more perturbed that she isn’t answering my question.
“A while. It was before our wedding but after we moved into this house. I don’t know the exact date and time.”
Is she being snarky with me? I huff loudly enough for her to hear me. “So, you thought keeping secrets from me was a good idea?”
