That’s when I hear a truck pull into the parking lot several hundred feet away and look up to see Connor striding towards us, furious.

Oh, shit.

“Seriously? Neither of you thought to mention to me that Mom is selling vibrators? I had to find out from Jill at Oscar’s?”

My breath whooshes out of me. Luckily, not as loud in reality as it feels in my chest.

“Oh, God, Con, I’m so sorry!” Rachel says. “I swear to God I didn’t know you didn’t know. I thought of course you knew, but it turns out Mom’s quite the secret-keeper.”

“Brody,” Connor growls at me.

I hold both hands up. “Swear to God, Con, I was as in the dark as you. First I knew of it was when Rachel held up an eight-inch cock.”

Rachel snickers at that. Million dollars.

“Are you telling me you just sold a bunch of women sex toys on your boat and you had no idea that’s what you were inviting them here for?”

I’ve never been so relieved in my life to have been in the dark. “Swear it.”

Connor takes a long look at my face. It’s unnerving. It feels like he’s trying to read my guilt on my face. And there’s plenty of it, although not for deceiving him. For wanting his sister.

Just when I’m sure I’m going to blink first, he bursts out laughing.

“Holy shit,” he says. “I would have loved to have seen your face.”

I am so fucking thankful he didn’t.

I’m locking my truck in the parking lot of my apartment building when Connor pulls in. I wondered if he was going to chase me.

He hops out of his truck and heads my way.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “What’s up?” As if I don’t know.

“Look. As your friend. I’m asking. Don’t do this.”

I think about telling him to can it, but Connor is a good friend, and I don’t want to do that. Besides, I’ve reached the same conclusion on my own. There is literally no way I can be on that boat with Rachel and her merchandise without losing my mind.

“I’m not,” I say. “That was it. No more Booty-on-the-Boat.”

“Catchy, though,” he says almost regretfully. Then he pins me with a look that makes me want to disappear. “My point is, she’s off limits, Brody. She’s trying to put her life back together. She keeps talking about getting it ‘back on track.’ She doesn’t need to get distracted.”

“Jesus, Connor. I know that. And also, you know that if she were here, she’d have a few things to say about how it’s the twenty-first century and her brother is talking total bullshit.”

He crosses his arms and glares, but he knows I’m right.