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Ryan rubs his hand over his face. “They’re older than you. They were supposed to look after you. Not…this.”

“You’re older than Sarah,” I remind him.

“She didn’t grow up with me.”

“Stop saying it like that,” I tell him, my voice growing sharper. “This isn’t some weird power dynamics thing. I wanted to be with them.”

He grimaces in discomfort. I’m sure he doesn’t like picturing this, but he needs to know the truth. Not the lies he’s making in his own head.

“Was it a one time thing?” he questions me.

I shake my head. “It started in Vegas. It continued here.”

“Cassidy…”

“If you’re going to ask me questions, you’re going to get answers that you’re not going to like,” I tell him, tears brimming my eyes.

This might be uncomfortable for him, but it’s humiliating for me.

“So, what is it? Some sort of friends with benefits thing or something?”

“No, it’s not. It’s…” I trail off, not knowing how to continue.

The guys and I haven’t talked about that yet. They only just found out about the baby.

Ryan gives me an impatient look. “It’s what? Do you even want this?”

I blink at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Ryan sighs and moves closer to me. “They’re older than you. There are three of them. Is this something that you want to do?”

My jaw nearly hits the floor. “Do you think they took advantage of me or something?”

Ryan shrugs. “Well, I feel like I have to ask because this isn’t like you, Cassidy. I never would’ve guessed that something like this would happen. Ever.”

“Neither did I!” I tell him, tears breaking free from my eyes to tumble down my face.

“I just don’t understand, Cassidy. Why do you want to mess around with them? You just got out of a relationship with Derek.”

My nails sink into my palms. “Months ago! And I care about them.”

Ryan shakes his head. “How can I really be sure of that? Are you really thinking straight?”

I stare at him in shock. He has never questioned me like this before.

“I know my own feelings, Ryan, whether you want to accept them or not.”

“What are you going to do about the baby?” Ryan questions me.

“What do you mean? I’m going to raise them whether I’m alone or not,” I tell him, my hand dropping to my stomach protectively.

“You don’t even know who the father is.”

“We’re going to get a paternity test done,” I reply. “We’ll go from there. If the father doesn’t want to be involved, I’m not going to force him. I’ll do all of this on my own if I have to.”

“I can’t believe they did this,” he mutters. “This is what I told them not to do, and they still did it. Were you guys ever going to come forward and admit what you did?”

I swallow hard. “I wasn’t going to say anything until I found out that I was pregnant. When it first happened, I thought it would just be a one time thing, but things changed.”