She sighed at me, but the sound was sullen…sad. Crap. Had I hurt her feelings somehow? Made her think I was anything other than completely satisfied with her? That hadn’t been my intention. At all. I wanted her to feel confident around me…I just also really liked teasing her. But surely, she had to know by now just what her body did to me. And if she ever did wear lingerie for me, Jesus…I honestly wasn’t sure if I could handle that. Stimulus overload. But maybe…maybe that sigh meant something else entirely. Had something happened? Fuck. Was she about to rip out my heart?

“You okay?” I murmured, my stomach unintentionally clenching. Are we okay? Please say we’re okay.

Her answer was immediate, an unthinking response, and it wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. “Rain says thank you…again.”

Rain? Poetic Bliss Rain? Why would she be sad about Rain? Why would she even be thinking about Rain right now? “Oh. Well, tell her it was no big deal. Her band is great; they deserved the opportunity.” What’s really eating at you?

The sullenness returned as she muttered, “Yeah, and she’s not one to pass up an opportunity.”

The trace of sarcasm, the slight edge of bitterness and annoyance…it all clicked into place, and I suddenly understood just what was bothering her. Goddamn it. She knows about Rain and me. Well, of course she knows. Kiera finding out about all my dirty little escapades seemed to be the story of my life. How was she still with me?

Knowing we should probably talk about it, I made myself say, “She told you, didn’t she?”

Her breath escaped her in an angry burst, and when she spoke, the edge to her voice was harder than before. “No, I overheard her and Rita comparing notes.”

Well, fuck my life. Why did my past seem to run into Kiera so often? Why did girls want to talk about sleeping with me so goddamn much? And why was Kiera always in the wrong place at the wrong time so that she had to hear every fucking detail? If it were me, hearing about her, I’d go insane. Damn it. Fate was either trying to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting herself into…or fate was blatantly trying to ruin us. Either way, I just wanted fate to leave us the fuck alone.

“Oh…did you know about Rita already?” How long had she been sitting on that secret? How was she okay with that secret? Why did she ever touch me in the first place…?

“Yes.”