Page 44 of Reconcile
I could wait and talk to Sawyer tomorrow, but I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve.
I walk up a winding staircase, finding several doors at the top. Some are open with lots of people inside, but I risk opening the first one I come to.
I immediately regret it when I see three naked people moaning and writhing around on the massive bed inside. I apologize and close the door quickly.
I force myself to keep going. I need to tell him tonight. He needs to know. We’ll sit down and make a plan. We can handle this.
I come to the end of the hall and slowly open the door. I get a glimpse of bare flesh and almost pull the door closed, but then I hear a familiar voice saying, “Sawyer. Yes.”
No.
I clutch my stomach and push the door all the way open. Before me is a scene I never in a million years would have seen coming.
I see a bare female back as a woman with my sister’s voice straddles hairy thighs that I know. Her hands are on his bare chest as he looks over at me, his face horrified. “Piper.”
I’m numb. I stand there, my eyes roaming over every inch of skin and my mind trying to process what’s happening. My sister is naked with a very naked Sawyer beneath her. His eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks out of it, but I don’t mistake what’s going on.
There’s no explanation for it, other than I’m a fool.
“Piper,” he says again, but I don’t say a word.
My sister looks over her shoulder at me, not bothering to move off him or shield herself. She just smirks coldly at me.
I turn and run away.
I’m pregnant with his baby, and he’s fucking my sister.
I am officially the most foolish girl there ever was.
27
PIPER
Ican’t believe I let myself kiss him again. I can’t let him make a fool of me again. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.
The other night after I told him about finding him with Paisley, he left in a shocked stupor, and I was grateful. We haven’t talked about it in the two days since, but now that Audrey is asleep and I’m reading out on the patio, he’s found me.
And I can tell he wants to talk.
He takes the seat next to me, facing me, his face solemn. “Piper.”
I don’t lower my e-reader. “Don’t.”
“I’m so damn sorry. For so many things. I’m sorry.”
I hear the anguish in his voice. I lower my Kindle, looking up at him, shaking my head and pleading, “Please don’t. I can’t take it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“We kissed. Twice. I think it does matter.” He looks so damn earnest, but I remind myself to be strong. “We matter.”
I shake my head and sit up straighter in my chair, facing him. “There is no ‘we.’ There can’t be.”
“There could be. I felt you kissing me back, Piper. I know you want it too.”
I snort coldly, dismissing him. “Oh please, Sawyer. I would have kissed anyone back at this point. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve been kissed. Or anything else.”
