“You know you’re welcome anytime.”

And I was grateful for that. The friendship Cain had given me was more like a brotherhood, and I’d never really had that before. “I got into it with Anna.”

He raised a brow. “About?”

“She had a run-in with my sister and hid it from me.”

“Hid it from you? Or delayed in telling you?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. She hadn’t lied outright. Hadn’t deceived, exactly. But it sure as hell felt like it. “Probably the latter.”

“Probably?”

“She promised me that she’d tell me if Juliette caused any more trouble. She didn’t.”

Cain was quiet for a moment. “I told you this open and honest thing wouldn’t come as easily for Anna. But it doesn’t sound like it was malicious.”

I set my glass on a coaster on the coffee table. “I don’t think it was outright malicious. I just…”

“You feel like she’s hiding things from you.”

I nodded.

Cain sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “I lost it on Kennedy once.”

The admission came as a shock. I’d never even seen Cain look annoyed at his wife, let alone raise his voice to her.

“I let my baggage completely color how I saw something. My fuse blew. I kicked her out of my house, said things I’ll never be able to take back.”

My gut soured, the look on Anna’s face flashing in my mind. She’d been so hurt. “Is that what you think? That I’m a liar. A con artist. That I’m taking advantage of you?” Her words echoed in my mind.

“I take it from your silence that you might’ve done something similar.”

I gripped a throw pillow, letting my fingers sink into the downy material. “She misinterpreted something I said.”

“You hit a trigger you knew would hurt.”

Had I? Maybe somewhere in my subconscious, I had known the accusation I tossed at her would cut deep. Because what she had done had cut me. But instead of saying that, owning my hurt, I’d lashed out. “Shit.”

“You’re seeing it now.”

I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “I didn’t mean to.”

Cain met my gaze. “You and I, we carry heavy histories. Things that happened to us that we’ll never forget. When you let someone into that, show them some of that darkness, it makes us vulnerable.”

“And if someone crosses a line after we let them in…”

“We might not react in the best way.”

Understatement of the century. I pressed at that spot between my eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to make this right.”

“By going home and not stopping until you find a way. Nothing’s over until you give up.”