I grabbed the phone from him. “Wait.” He tried to swipe it back, but I scooted off the bed. “Look. I don’t…I don’t want to confront him.”

“What? Why the hell not? If Declan…and my girlfriend… I sure as hell want to confront him. It’s got to be a mistake. Declan wouldn’t…”

“Why not? You slept with his girlfriend.”

Kane’s face was red. Few things made him angry, but this qualified. I could tell he was running the past through his brain, trying to make sense of it. “If he did…I want to be the first to kick his ass.”

“What about Luisa?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. Tell me you didn’t see the way she looked at Declan. She was so jealous of you, it was practically coming out her ears. And after what we did…she saw her chance and she took it.”

I put my head in my hands. “This is so horrible, Kane. I want it to stop. I want us all to go back to the way we were.” Tears were still flowing from my eyes. “Please, Kane. I love Declan, more than anything. And I think he still loves me. There was something about Declan’s face. I think he realized what he did was a mistake, even as it was happening.”

“So?”

“So don’t you see? They came together because of what we did. They aren’t in love. It’s…getting even. Now we’re even. If we give them time, they’ll come back to us. Isn’t that what you want?”

He studied me. “Yeah. I guess.” I handed the phone to him, and he stared at it. “So what do I say to her? Nothing?”

I nodded. “Yes. As hard as it is, we ride this out. And that means…”

He looked at me and pressed his lips together. We’d agreed, after the shit hit the fan about New Year’s, that it was better if we lay low. Separated. It was hard, because our lives were so closely entwined, but we’d done our best. We still gravitated toward each other—without thinking, innocently ending up together—since he was the peanut butter to my jelly, the bacon to my eggs.

“I got it. I shouldn’t be here.” He pocketed his phone and strode to the window, looking across at his house. “What were they doing in there? Were they…” He threw up his hands. “You know, you’re right. I don’t want to know. My stepbrother.”

The images sifted through my mind again. I hadn’t thought Declan was the type to get revenge, but it was possible. Love and rage make people do all kinds of things. “Well, we—”

“We did that before we even knew him. What Declan did… It’s fucking worse. And you know it.” He clenched his fists.