Teagan suddenly chokes on his beer and we all look at him in alarm.
“Teag, are you okay?” I start thumping his back, even though I know that doesn’t actually work.
Once he gets himself under control enough to speak, he sputters, “Pleasetell me her last name isn’t Rogers.”
I gasp loudly as my brain catches up and Marcos freezes, eyes wide as saucers. “Yeah, it is. How did you know that?”
“Ashley is my ex, mate.”
I’m about two seconds away from puking at the thought of both my boyfriend and brother sleeping with the same girl.
Chapter Thirty
Teagan
No fecking way.
“What do you mean she’s your ex?” Marcos looks at me like I’m speaking gibberish.
“Exactly what I said. She’s my ex. Before Layla. We broke up because she cheated on me last February. With a bloke from Texas.”
“No,” he says, the blood draining from his face.
“I wish I was slagging you. Really.”
I run my fingers through my hair, and even though the last thing I want is to see her, my eyes search the space for Ashley. Layla hasn’t said a word, but I can feel how tense she is next to me. Honestly, I’m afraid to look at her. If I found out that she’d been with my sister’s boyfriend before me, it would take a hot minute for me to come to terms with that.
“Fuck,” Rafael breathes out then stands. “I’m going to get another bottle of Tito’s”
Once he’s gone, I brace myself and turn to Layla. Her eyes are closed, and it seems like she’s practicing some deep breathing.
“Cailín,” I murmur as I reach for her hand.
“Don’t.” She pulls her hand away and tucks it under her leg. “Just…give me a minute.”
Her words aren’t harsh, which is a relief, so I give her the space to process before turning back to Marcos. He hasn’t moved an inch and his face is still pale.
“So. This is awkward, yeah?”
“Teagan, I’m so sorry, man. I had no idea she was with… She never said… I just assumed…” Marcos is grappling for words, but there’s nothing for him to apologize for.
“Marcos, mate. Stop,” I tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on Ashley.”
A small retching noise sounds from Layla and she whispers, “Oh my god. What if my brother’s…” She absently stares at the table and makes a circle with her finger and thumb before poking a finger from the opposite hand through it. Her head pops up, dark brown eyes darting between my face and her brother’s in alarm.
“Please, for the love of god, tell me that you used a condom. Every time. Both of you. Please. If I find out that you both stuck your dicks in the same girl without wrapping it up before Teagan and I…”
Marcos blanches.
Oh shite.
I hadn’t even considered that, which makes me a right arsehole, but she makes a good point.
“Jaysus, no! ‘Course I used a condom! You’re the only one I’ve ever…”
“Donotfinish that sentence, amigo,” Marcos mumbles from behind the hands covering his face. “We may have unknowingly shared the same girl, but I do not want to hear about you and my sister.”
Layla’s back goes ramrod straight before a string of Spanish flies from hermouth so fast I can’t even pretend to understand it. Whatever she’s saying has him looking scarlet. Serves him right, honestly. He’s been harping on about our sex life since the beginning, and while I don’t blame him for anything with Ashley, it’shissex life that has us in this pickle to begin with.
