“I think she’s about to have a nervous breakdown.” I sit next to him on the couch and rest my elbows on my thighs allowing my head to fall into my hands. “Have you met him?”

“You mean Parker? Once I think? Early on in their relationship. He came to Kev and Michelle’s. But that was the beginning of the end for Chloe and me, so things were rocky and whenever I was around, there was always some shit going on between us so I didn’t really get to know him well.”

It’s driving me crazy that I don’t know more about this guy. How did he treat her? What does he call her, what does she call him? “I’m going to tell Kevin and Michelle.”

The shock is written all over him. “When?”

“Today? I don’t know. Maybe I should tell them before I’m supposed to be set up with their friend.” I rub a hand down my face. I hadn’t anticipated telling them this soon. I know Whitney wanted to break things off with Parker first but the plans have changed with him being in the hospital and who knows when it would be appropriate to tell him. I mean could she really tell him while he’s in the hospital? While he’s injured? Who knows what the recovery period is and how long she’ll be forced to hold up this ruse? “This is a fucking mess.”

Trey scratches his jaw and gives me a look that leads me to believe that he’s about to say something to piss me off. “I think I recall warning you to stay away.” Yep, pissed off.

“And I told you I would if I saw Whitney was happy. She was not. She wants to be with me, Trey.”

“At the cost of a lot of people’s feelings, it seems.”

Irritation spikes and I fight the urge to tell my brother to leave. “Okay and what about hers? And mine? She should just marry this joker out of what? Obligation? Fuck that.”

“No, considering what the two of you were doing last night, she definitely shouldn’t marry him.” He takes a bite of pasta salad and continues through a mouthful of food. “So, you’re going to tell them now? Can I watch?” he jokes and I glare at him.

“Get out if you’re going to be a dick.” I point at the door before letting my head fall back into my hands. I pull at my hair before running a hand through it.

He raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m a dick that helped keep your story straight this morning when Michelle called Chloe looking for your woman who couldn’t be bothered to answer the phone for eight hours.”