“Jesus, guess we’re not in Minnesota anymore.” Carolina sucks in a breath.
“Oh my god.” I thunk my head on the steering wheel. “I told you things are really complicated for me. Fitz was jealous that Knox had my nudes and not him, and…” I wave my hand.
“That’s not nudes—that’s a full-on sex film.” She gingerly sets down the phone. “You sure you trust this guy with… this?”
“No!” I yell. “No, I do not. God, I’m so stupid. How am I this stupid around men?”
“I mean,” Carolina worries as I pull into a parallel parking space, “he’s not going to do anything with them, right?”
“Who knows?” I screech. “Knox is probably passing around my nudes to the entire hockey team.”
“Bet the WAGs like that,” she jokes as we step out into the rain. “Have their guys jerking off to real tits.”
“Ugh. I should have taken a shower before we came out here. I feel icky and squicky and crusty.”
One lady holding a small fluffy white dog looks at me in horror as we pass. I circle my arms around myself.
“I should have parked closer to his hotel.”
“This time of night? You’re lucky you got a spot.”
Something golden glints in the corner of my eye. I turn my head just in time to see a beautiful couple in the restaurant next to us clink their crystal wineglasses together, like they have all the time in the world to enjoy being with each other.
I stand there, the chilly rain dripping down my dirty sweater, as I watch the guy I almost believed loved me have a romantic dinner with my sister.
They both laugh at some joke he’s making—probably about me. They lean over to look at something on his phone, their heads almost touching.
Kathy looks amazing. Fitz is, of course, a sex god.
The rain drizzling down the big steel window—it’s like I’m watching a romance movie play out in real time.
“Oh, Winnie,” Carolina says, resting a worried hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure it’s not what it looks like.”
“Maybe,” I say shortly, turning abruptly to head back to my car. “Whatever.” The tears mix with the rain. “I mean, I didn’t like him anyways. So what if he wants my sister instead of me? I don’t care. I’m used to it. Good riddance.”
44
FITZ
Kathy gives me a soft smile when she sees me in the restaurant. “You and Winnie are a match made in heaven.”
“What?”
She points to the table laden with appetizers. “That’s a Winnie move. She hates parties or gatherings that are just alcohol and, like, a sad bowl of chips.”
I pull the chair out for her. Probably a good thing she arrived, because it keeps me from pulling out my phone and rewatching Winnie’s face when she takes my cock.
I clear my throat and pour wine into her glass. “Fried shrimp?” I offer.
Kathy crosses her arms. “I didn’t come here for food. Let me see the goods.”
I open the black box.
Kathy ignores it and stares at me. “I thought you were shitting me about how much you care for my sister. Olive stalked you online, and she says you’re a manwhore.”
“You wound me. I’m reformed. And I wasn’t that bad—you should meet my brothers.”
“But you went to bat for her publicly, so good job. But I’m warning you”—she’s jabbing a finger in my direction—“if you break my sister’s heart or hurt her in any way…”
