I nod. “Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”

I wait in his living room while he makes some coffee with the fancy machine in his kitchen. The feeling in my fingers has come back a bit by the time he joins me, handing me a mug.

“Thanks.” I wrap both hands around the mug, hoping it will help warm up my hands faster. “Where’s Zahra?”

“She’s out with her sister doing some last-minute Christmas shopping.”

I nod, trying to buy time and figure out how I want to start this conversation. I really have no idea how he’ll react when he finds out Kenzie and I have been sneaking around behind his back. There’s no guarantee he’ll even want to help me get her back.

“So, what’s going on? You look like shit. What’s up?” he asks, leaning back in the chair across from where I sit on the couch.

I stand, unable to sit still while I confess my sins. And so, I tell him. All of it. From the first date to me asking her to help with the firm’s party to why Kenzie didn’t want him to know about us quite yet. I even tell him about our weekend away, minus the sex stuff. Figure he doesn’t want to hear about how many times I made his sister come that weekend.

When I finish, I sit back down and wait for his censure. I couldn’t read him while I was talking. He kept his expression blank. Though I did notice him squeeze the armrests of the chair a few times throughout my speech.

“You mean that when I introduced you two on Thanksgiving, you actually already knew each other?”

I sigh, then nod. “To be clear, we hadn’t started dating at that point.”

“But not long after. And you guys were doing stuff and basically going on dates together whether you were calling it that or not.”

I nod again, then hang my head.

He stands abruptly and paces, pushing his hand through his hair. “I can’t fucking believe this. You’ve been running around with my little sister and lying to me about it.”

I don’t even bother to defend myself. What would be the point? He’s right.

“So why are you here telling me this now? Why isn’t Mac here with you?”

This is the hard part. Even harder than telling him that I’ve been fucking his sister is telling him that I hurt his sister.

So I launch into my story about the past and the proposal to Audrey, something Finn knows nothing about. Then I explain what happened last night and this morning, watching as his jaw tics when I describe how I hurt his sister.

“Oh, and so now I’m worth telling… now that you need my help, is that it?”