“Hmm,” Jillian murmured, biting her coral-painted bottom lip. “Doesn’t look like it. And it definitely wouldn’t be me or Amelia. We don’t even know him.”

“Neither do I,” I lied.

And I definitely didn’t sleep in his bed last weekend, either.

“I really think he was winking at you, B,” Amelia agreed, leaning closer. “That’s so weird. Do you think he’s trying to piss off Luke?”

“Why would Luke care?” I asked flatly. “He’s the one who broke up with me.”

“Oh, come on.” She snorted. “You and Carter? You know that would piss him off.”

* * *

As the stands emptied after the game, I said goodbye to Jillian and Amelia and headed for the side doors so I could make a hasty exit. It was gorgeous outside for late September, which meant the twenty-minute walk home would be pleasant due to the sunshine and, more importantly, the lack of Luke’s presence.

“Bailey!” Jillian called. Her long, dark curls swayed as she frantically waved me over. “Come here for a second.”

Dammit, Jill. I couldn’t imagine what she needed that we hadn’t discussed during the two-and-a-half-hour game. Maybe I could pretend I hadn’t heard her? Nope, too late. She caught my eye. Reluctantly, I made a detour and headed in her direction.

“What’s up?” I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets and bounced on my heels, stealing a nervous glance at the fluorescent-lit hallway that led to the dressing rooms. I felt like a ticking time bomb being here. She’d better make it quick.

Jillian drew in a breath, speaking quickly. “I forgot to ask you about tomorrow. What time do you want to go to the mall to get those—”

Before she could finish, Luke walked around the corner—with Sophie by his side. Jillian stopped short, mouth open in surprise, and I froze on the spot. My stomach clenched as my gaze landed on where their hands were tangled together. Our breakup was so fresh it was almost like there was some other girl standing with my boyfriend. Only he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore. They looked lovey-dovey in a way that, prior to Friday, Luke and I hadn’t been in ages…if ever.

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. This was not happening. Could not be happening.

They ignored us and strolled over to join the group a couple of feet away. Jillian’s eyes darted over to them, then back to me. “Uh, I’m sorry, Bails. I didn’t know she was here. I swear.”

But she knew they were together, didn’t she?

Everyone did. How long had this been going on? It was hard to believe there hadn’t been any overlap. Was there some big cover-up?

And if there was…did my brother know?