“Hads, if you’re ready, I’ll drive you to my place. I’ll get the couch made up for ya,” Kane tells her.

“She can take my bed,” I say adamantly. “She’s already here, so she might as well stay.”

Kane scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’d take advantage of her in this condition?” I ask, offended.

“I don’t trust you.”

I roll my eyes. “Why make her get in your truck and drive with a stomach full of alcohol just to pass out at your place? She’ll be more comfortable here.”

“Yeah, and where are you gonna sleep?”

“Well, it is my bed.” I shrug. It’s big enough for us both. Hell, it’s big enough for three or four people, but I don’t announce that.

“How about you both shut the hell up,” Hadleigh states, getting up from the couch. “Kane, if you’re so worried about Knox’s intentions, why don’t you stay with us? We can have our own little slumber party!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” I state when Kane says, “Alright, fine.”

“Perfect! Then you both can keep me nice and warm…” she sing-songs as she peels off her dress. “I don’t like sleeping in clothes. Hope that’s okay?” Hadleigh giggles, then kicks off her shoes. She’s standing in her bra and panties.

“You can borrow one of my T-shirts,” I tell her, going to my bedroom to find one that’ll at least cover her knees. I hear her following me with Kane.

“What for? I was hoping all three of us would sleep naked.”

I turn and face her, wondering if she’s fucking serious. “What?”

“Hadleigh, are you sure you don’t want to just come back to my place?” Kane asks again.

“No, you told me to choose, and I am,” she directs toward me. “And I choose both of you.”

Kane and I groan at the same time, neither of us wanting that answer.

“Hads, you can’t,” I tell her.

“Why not? I’ve fooled around with both of you already, so what’s the difference?”

My expression hardens.

“Not even for tonight?” she asks.

As she crawls on my bed, Hadleigh gives Kane a come-hither motion with her finger. He stands next to my bed, and Hadleigh launches herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

My heart feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest as my brother and the woman I want make out in my fucking bed.

“You sure you don’t wanna join?” she taunts as she takes off Kane’s shirt. “Otherwise, feel free to watch.”

“Let’s go to my house, Hads,” Kane whispers, but I can still hear him. If this is her way of picking, I sure as hell don’t want to witness them in action.