The first half of the night was out of control. I felt terrified, vindicated, cherished, then disregarded all in the span of an hour. But when we got to my car and found Adley waiting—everything fucking changed.

Dempsey went total caveman on Andrew’s ass, and the feminist in me leached right out of my body in that parking lot. I swear I got wet watching Dem smash the other man’s face in. I should probably look for a little bone-shaped bow on Etsy and start calling myself Pebbles. Who knew caveman mode could be so unbelievably sexy?

Regardless of what today brings, Dempsey and I are no longer close to being over like I had thought for a whole five minutes last night.

I yawn, then roll back slightly to seek him out, wiggling under the sheets until we’re spooning, his lean, strong body pressing up against my curves. I slept in his work shirt from last night, the black V-neck engulfing me. He teased me for wearing his dirty clothes, but there’s something about being wrapped up in the fabric he was wearing when he went after Adley not once, but twice, that just fucking does it for me.

Yabadabadoo. I always did have a thing for Bamm-Bamm.

“Good morning,” I murmur, reaching behind me to take his hand and kiss his knuckles. He lets me place his hand on the bare skin of my hip but quickly brushes up to hold my shirt-covered waist instead.

His touch is tentative, so I shake my ass into his crotch to tease him. Instead of reciprocating, he grunts and shifts back slightly, putting a sliver of space that feels like a canyon between us.

Huh.

“What time is it?” I ask through another yawn and reach for his arm again. Lifting his wrist out from under the covers, I catch sight of bare skin where his watch always rests.

I roll over and meet his lagoon-blue eyes. Instead of locking me in his gaze like usual, he avoids eye contact. Instead of seeing right into my soul, it’s like he’s looking past me.

An inkling transforms into a knowing. I analyze him for two more seconds, then I school my expression so I don’t give myself away.

This isn’t Dempsey.

What the fuck is Fielding doing in this bed?

I turn back to my side, scooching over until I can reach my phone on the nightstand. I glance over my shoulder to find him studying me, then quickly turn back to shield my phone from view.

Maddie: I just woke up to the wrong twin spooning me. He doesn’t know I know it’s not you. I’m gonna fuck with him.