“WHAT!?” Whitney blinks her eyes several times before shaking her head. “I don’t believe this. For how long? Until you come later?” I wince at her harsh words.

“Whitney.” I give her a look and she narrows her eyes at me. Because although I was thinking something similar, it’s really not our business.

“Are you kidding me? You have zero room to talk about anything.” She looks at Chloe. “Bathroom.”

“Whitney…”

“Move it,” she says through gritted teeth. “Now.”

Chloe rolls her eyes and gets up before casting a glance at Trey. “Can you order me a vodka soda, please?”

“Of course.” She smiles and moves to his side of the table before pressing her lips to his quickly. When she pulls away, they’re both staring at each other with the goofiest smiles on their faces. Whitney’s wide eyes find mine and we share a look of confusion before Chloe and Whitney leave for the bathroom.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, I stare at my brother prepared to not only berate him for ruining the moment with Whitney but for whatever the fuck has happened in the last hour since we left Whitney’s parents’ house. “Okay, first of all, you have the worst fucking timing. I told you, I’d let you know when to meet us and second of all, what the fuck?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Chloe is touching up her makeup and not even paying me any attention as I pace the length of the thankfully empty women’s room. “You and Trey? This isn’t a good idea!”

“Well, isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” she says as she pulls her mascara wand away from her lashes to cast me a sideways glance. “I’m fairly certain what I’m doing isn’t hurting anyone. Or what would you call what Trey and I just walked in because you looked about five seconds from mounting him in the booth?” She looks at my engagement ring and then back at me.

“We’ll come back to your judgment in a second. It’s going to hurt you,” I respond, referring to what she said about how starting things up again with Trey wouldn’t hurt anyone.

She puts her mascara back in her purse and lets out a sigh. “Maybe it does. But I still love him and maybe I don’t owe him the chance he’s asking for…” She shrugs. “But I owe it to me.” She leans against the sink and crosses her arms. “There’s a reason I still love him, Whitney. He didn’t do anything to me. I broke things off with him.”

“Because he wouldn’t commit!” Memories of her being so depressed she refused to get out of bed come charging back into my head. These Price brothers did a fucking number on us both.

“But that’s something that can change. It’s not as if he was too into his work or slept with someone else or he wasn’t good in bed. The problem was that he wasn’t ready for more a year ago and now he is. I’m available, he’s available. He wants to be with me, Whitney. I’ve wanted this for so long and maybe things don’t work out but I just want to give it a chance.”