He reaches for both of my hands, like we’re a bride and groom standing at the altar, about to say our vows. “Shit. I’m so, so sorry. I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

“Well, um, so have I, actually….” I take one long, steadying breath and brace myself for the truth. “I slept with your sister.”

The scrunch deepens. “Well, sure, you were snowed in at the Singhs’ cabin. I assumed you slept at some point.”

“No, you hot doofus! Why would I tell you we had a sleepover? No. I’m in love with Jack, and we slept together last night.”

Andrew drops my hands. “You’re not in love with my sister.”

“I kind of am, though.”

“You don’t even know my sister.”

“Except I do.” Another steadying breath. I imagine I’m like Jack, as steady as an oak tree, confident and sure. “Do you remember on our weird not-first-date, when I told you about the woman from last Christmas? The one I met in Powell’s and spent the whole day with?”

“From the napkin drawing?” He does a slow nod, and I give him a minute to get there. He gets there. “Wait, you’re saying that was Jacqueline? That Jacqueline was your snow girl?” Andrew takes one large step back from me. “Have you been stalking my sister?”

“Andrew, no! I had no idea you and Jack were related!”

“You mean to tell me that this whole week, you and my sister have known each other and said nothing? My sister has been keeping a secret from me?”

“You’ve also been keeping a pretty big secret from her, buddy.”

He stares up at me, mouth all the way open. “And you… had sex… with my sister?”

“And you had sex with your sister’s best friend. It’s a whole messy love trapezoid thing.”

“How on earth did this happen?”

I cross the room to sit down next to him on the bed. This news all seems to be coming as a bit of a shock to his little system, and I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Well, I think we both entered into this fake relationship because we were trying to run away from real feelings we had for other people. And those people just so happened to be with us at this cabin. So that’s how it happened.”

Andrew groans. “Real feelings suck, though.”

“I know.”

“You… and my sister?” He side-eyes me. “Is that why you wanted to come clean about everything the other night?”

I nod. “Did you come clean? To Dylan, I mean?”

The sheepish look on his face says he did not. “I wanted to. I wanted to tell them everything. As soon as we were alone on the mountain, Dylan confronted me about why I was marrying you, and I said I was having doubts, and then they just… kissed me.”