Sasha couldn’t help but notice that Dash was being amazing. He’d stepped up in his brother’s absence. What Sasha hadn’t expected was the sexual tension between Cassidy and Dash. Sure, Sasha had seen him watching her at the club last Saturday. And she’d seen his concern when Cassidy had been injured, and it was obvious he was interested.

But Dash was a man-whore. A playboy. A rock star who went through women, no doubt leaving broken hearts behind him. Xander had confirmed that the press about his brother was true, and Sasha didn’t want her best friend to be among the trail of women he left in his wake. Nobody deserved to feel the hurt Sasha was currently experiencing.

Dash’s phone suddenly emitted a song– one of his own, of course. His ego knew no bounds. He glanced at the screen, frowned, and began typing.

“Everything okay?” Cassidy asked.

Dash ran a hand through his sexily disheveled hair. “Just my asshole brother checking on Sasha.”

She let out a growl. “Tell him if he has questions about me to ask me himself.”

Dash raised an eyebrow. “Would you answer if he did?”

“No,” she muttered. She needed time to process what he’d done to her. To them.

Dash returned to his texting and shoved the phone into his back pocket. “You know, despite the fact that our parents stayed married, we didn’t grow up in a stable environment.”

Sasha and Cassidy exchanged glances, surprised at Dash’s personal revelation, though Sasha realized he was trying to tell her something about Xander.

She met Dash’s gaze and nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Our father was a cheating asshole, and he definitely didn’t understand me and my music or Xander and…” Dash trailed off. “Well, I guess it was the fact that Xander didn’t want to go to college or business school or work in the family business the way Linc had that pissed Dad off. They were always butting heads and that was their main interaction. Kenneth Kingston wasn’t much of a father.”

Sasha swallowed hard. “I know most of that. But what does it have to do with how Xander walked out on me so easily? Like everything we’d built again meant nothing.” At the thought, the lump in her throat grew larger.

Cassidy, Sasha noted, watched him with soft eyes. Dammit, her friend was falling for the bad-boy rocker.

Dash groaned. “It’s hard to feel like you’re worth big sacrifices when you weren’t supported growing up. And Xander’s not like me. He’s settled. Calm. Stoic. He needs peace. And ultimately, I think he wants the family we never had. I mean the man has a dog he takes everywhere. He already has the house to settle down in.”

Sasha narrowed her gaze. “So do you.”