My shoulders fell and I dropped my head. "Apparently not."

"Yeah." He blew out a breath. "Apparently fucking not, dude."

"Says the genius sticking his dick inside his sister."

"Stepsister," he corrected. "And I'm gonna let that one fly. One time only, D. Next time and you'll pay for it."

"What am I gonna do, Rourke?"

"Plan B."

"I'm all ears."

"No," he corrected. "Plan B; as in the morning-after pill. You need to go buy it and she needs to take it. Asap, dude."

"Are you serious?"

"As a goddamn heart attack," he replied. "You can't take stupid risks like that, D. You're nine months shy of attaining everything you've spent your whole life working for. Alabama state, D! Alabama fucking state! Throwing that all away for some virgin pussy is about the most reckless thing I've ever heard."

"Molly's not just some virgin pussy," I bit out, tensing. "Don't talk about her like that."

"Fair enough, but you still need to shut that shit down before it's too late," he shot back without a hint of remorse. "Get her the pill, D, and save yourself the trouble of having her crying on your shoulder next month over two pink lines."

"Newsflash, dude; Molly's not Britt," I hissed, taking full offense to his words now. "We had sex one time. The odds of being that unlucky her first time are beyond slim. She ain't a gold-digger, and she sure as shit ain't trying to saddle me with a baby. Remember, I'm not the one who messes around with nasty-ass girls like that, Rourke. That's all you, buddy."

My best friend winced and I knew I'd hit a nerve, but I didn't take it back.

"I would sleep better tonight if you at least texted her about it," he pressed, unwilling to give a damn inch on the matter. "Just send her a quick line, man; a reminder."

"Can't do that."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because her stupid fucking father warned me off her."

"Nick Peterson warned you off Molly?"

"Sure did."

"Why?" He frowned. "He used to treat you like his own when we were kids."

"Yeah, well, things change, Rourke."

"Not that much," he mused. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing," I snapped. "There's nothing to tell. Can we change the subject?"

"No," he replied before tormenting me further. "Why aren't you pushing back on this? You like the girl – clearly too much considering you lost your head and wandered bareback through her untouched pastures –"

"You are sick."

He snickered. "Why not tell Nick to go fuck himself?"

Because he's right. "Just let it go, Rourke."

"So, because her daddy tells you to steer clear, your plan is to what, ghost the girl?"

"No."

He arched a brow. "No?"

"I don't fucking know, okay!" I threw my hands up. "I need a damn minute to figure this all out."

He continued to stare at me for a long moment, appearing to be at as much of a loss as I felt, before reaching for his plate and holding it out to me. "Chicken?"