I gave her honesty, tit for tat. “I’m sick of keeping secrets, haven’t spoken to my mom in a month, and am getting really tired of people asking me if I’m going to college in the fall.”

“Are you going to college in the fall?” Campbell asked innocently.

“I don’t know,” I shot back. “Are you starting to regret what we did to your father?”

There was a beat of silence. “I don’t believe in regrets.” Campbell stretched lazily, like a cat, and then stood. “If you want to hear someone mope about the consequences of Daddy’s arrest and the journalistic feeding frenzy that followed, I suggest you get on Walker’s calendar.”

I studied her for a moment. “Was the attempted takeover of your grandfather’s company one of those consequences?”

“Do I look like someone who has the inside track on the family businesses?” Campbell asked me. She didn’t—and that was the point.

“Spoken like a girl who has a love-hate relationship with being underestimated,” I said.

That won me a small, slow, genuine smile—and an answer. “There’s blood in the water. The sharks are circling—socially, financially, whatever. They think we’re weak. But don’t worry your pretty little face about it, Sawyer. Our grandfather is tougher than that. He can handle the sharks.”

She’d said our.

I swallowed. “Campbell?” I was going to regret this, but once I’d started the ball rolling down the hill, I couldn’t stop. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Whatever reaction I’d been expecting, I didn’t get it. Campbell just tossed her damp auburn hair over one shoulder. “So Daddy impregnated a different teenager, and I can stop wondering how you and I could possibly share even a quarter of our DNA.”

“You can’t tell Walker,” I said. “He’ll tell Lily.”

“And why,” Campbell asked me coyly, “don’t you want dear Lily to know?”

I’d told her who my father wasn’t—not who he was and not about the pact.

“Please.”

Campbell let the seconds tick by. “I have to admit,” she said finally, “I am flattered that you chose to confide in me.”

That was as close to a promise to keep my secret as I was going to get. “Side note,” I told her, now that I could. “The company that just attempted a takeover of your grandfather’s? The man who runs it has the same last name as that teenage girl your dad knocked up.”

“Payback?” Campbell arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.” It was a relief to speak openly, no pretending. “But I’d like to find out. Find her.”