My jaw drops even further. I guess Sienna told hereverything. Not that I mind.
I hate keeping everything between us in the dark. I don’t want her to be my dirty little secret. I want to be with her in the open, in front of the whole world.
Hadley lifts her eyebrows in a silent demand for me to answer her.
I lick my lips and shrug. “I started falling back then but got all the way there recently.”
“Does she know?”
I shake my head, unable to keep the sadness from my face. “It isn’t what she wanted from all of this.”
She gives me a knowing smile but doesn’t say anything.
We talk for a few more minutes before she walks me to the door. I lean down, giving her a hug. I go to pull away, but she holds me against her.
Her voice is lethal when she whispers against my ear. “If you hurt her, I will chop off your dick.”
Little psycho.
Now I’m the one that’s snorting out a laugh as we pull away from each other. “I won’t.”
I just hope she doesn’t hurt me either.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Sienna
My finger hoversover the button for a few more seconds before I finally push send.
Me >> I need to talk to you guys.
There’s no taking it back now. The message is in the group chat with all three of them. I nervously look around my apartment for something to occupy my brain while I wait.
I got back about an hour ago, so I’ve already unpacked. That was more appealing than talking to the guys right away.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I sit on the edge of my bed, opening up the text thread.
Grayson >> Of course. Tonight or tomorrow?
I look at the clock. It’s only eight. Now that I’ve opened this can of worms, I just want it to be out in the open. Keeping this inside is going to eat me alive.
Me >> Tonight, if that’s okay with you guys.
It only takes a minute before another message pops up.
Warren >> Jackson is already in bed. Can you all come over here?
I move over to my closet with the intent of getting changed, but decide it doesn’t matter what I look like. That isn’t thepoint of this conversation. My leggings and Warren’s oversized sweatshirt are exactly what I want to be in right now.
Several messages pop up on the screen in quick succession.
Tucker >> Yeah. I’ll be over in a few.
Tucker >> Do you need a ride, Sienna?
Tucker >> Also… Hey Sunshine. Missed you.
I want to tell him that I missed him too, but I don’t. I just assure him I can drive myself. Sliding into my shoes, I grab my purse from the counter.
