I kept my voice low. “You fucked another woman because you were mad at me, and worse, you don’t know if you used protection. I don’t know how I feel about it. I don’t know how I’m going to feel about it later today or tomorrow or next week. This is one of those things that we’re going to have to play by ear.”

He peered down at the floor, his knee bouncing.

“What else do you want to talk about?” I asked.

“That’s plenty.”

I craned my neck, frustrated. “What else?”

“What you said, about all of us having secrets, is true. I don’t like it.”

“I saw Travis this morning. He was fine.”

Taylor’s eyebrows shot up. “Before the beach?”

“Yes, as I was leaving the room, he was going to see Thomas.”

Taylor thought about that and then shook his head. “Damn it. Something’s going on with them. Something big. Nothing good either.”

“I think Camille has an idea of what it is.”

Taylor narrowed his eyes. “She kept it from Trenton that she was dating Thomas. She didn’t tell Trent for a long time. I’ve always thought there was a bigger reason behind it. I mean … we all know Cami. Trenton was in love with her for years. No one knew Thomas was dating her, and I assumed it was so we wouldn’t jump his shit. Now … I don’t know. It has something to do with Travis, and that makes no sense.”

“Travis looked devastated. What would do that to him?”

Taylor shook his head. “Losing Abby. That’s about it. He just doesn’t give a shit about anything else. Fuck … do you think it’s my dad? Maybe he’s sick.”

I shook my head. “It wouldn’t make sense for Thomas to only tell Travis, right?”

Taylor thought for a long time, and then he sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it anymore. It scares me and pisses me off. Camille shouldn’t know more about my family than I do or than Trenton does. That’s fucked up.”

“You can think about it. It’s a distraction,” I said.

“From us?” he asked.

I nodded.

His shoulders fell, and he leaned forward, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “Please don’t.”

I couldn’t stand the misery anymore. “I love you. You said once that it’s not a phrase you throw around. It’s not for me either. I don’t like what you did. But I don’t like what I did either.”

“Just promise me, you’ll try.”

“Taylor—”

“I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. We have to fix this.”

“I’m not going to drop anything on you. We have a lot to talk about. If we hit a wall, you’ll see it coming.”

“I do. I see it coming.”