“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” she whispers, wisping slanted bangs out of her eyes.

“We were never supposed to be.” The words come out croaked, and I swing my arm out, begging her to leave.

This time, she listens. Isla struts out of my bedroom, not paying Georgia or Cassidy one glance, and leaves. As soon as the door shuts behind her, I pull at the roots of my hair and groan.

Glancing at Cassidy, I take a deep breath to prevent my voice from shaking. “That wasn’t what it looked like.”

Georgia kicks her leg out, glaring at me. “Then explain what it was.”

“That’s none of your business.” The response comes out before I can stop it.

Georgia winces at my words. “Okay, rude. Go be a dick somewhere else, please, before I spit in your favorite ice cream.”

I’ve never been an ass to Georgia. She’s like a little sister to me, but Isla’s visit has fire burning through my veins, and I want to breathe them out, get her out of my system.

Not wanting to have this conversation in front of Georgia—aka the gossip queen—I charge into my bedroom with a load of guilt, hoping Cassidy is behind me.

She is.

“Nice room,” she comments, slipping inside before crossing her arms and glaring at my bed in disgust. “Were you just banging her in that bed? I don’t think I should sit down on it.”

The thought makes my stomach crawl. Isla is nothing but a reminder of my past, of every mistake my father and I made. She’s a reminder that I was a stupid guy with no morals who thought his actions had no consequences.

“She means nothing,” I grit out.

“Sex must’ve sucked then, huh?” She rests against the wall as if she truly believes my bed has some sexually transmitted disease.

“If there’s anything you won’t ever have to worry about, it’s me sleeping with her.”

“Have you slept with her before?”

Do I give her honesty? Do I lie?

Because it’s Cassidy, because I always want her to be up-front with me, I nod.

“Interesting.” She stretches the word out. “Looks like you had no problem giving older a chance before younger. And from the big-ass rock on her finger, it seems you’ve also tried them married.” A snarl leaves her, disgust on her face—a reminder of how often she’s told me she despises cheaters and homewreckers since they’re what broke up her family.