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She grabs the ice cream off the table and moans around a spoonful. “Fuck. That is good. But you and me...” She moves the spoon between the two of us. “Yeah... We’re not good. Not yet, Grace. I’m still mad at you. And I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to get over it. Even ice cream can’t fix this.” She picks up her bowl and her MacBook and marches down the hall, then slams her bedroom door.
Well . . . damn.
I sit, trying to figure out how I got here, what I did that was the catalyst.
And the scary thing is I can’t pinpoint any one thing. I know what I did to upset Brynlee, and I know exactly how I broke Ares’s heart. But the catalyst—the original one—would have come long before that.
Fuck this.
I grab my bowl, the carton of ice cream, and my keys and storm out of the apartment, enjoying the sound of the door slamming behind me. Two can play this game, and I can be just as loud.
I march over to the elevator and hit the up button, seeing Bellamy peek out of her door. “What’s got your panties in a twist, good twin?”
When I turn around and glare at her, she takes a step back. “Oh shit. Good twin is pissed. Do I need to get your brother?”
“No. But if your brother comes home, let me know.” The elevator doors open, and I step inside, a woman on a mission.
A minute later, I’m even more worked up and pounding on the penthouse door. “Maddox... Callen... One of you had better be home.”
“Damn, good twin. You’ve got a fucking key. Stop making so much noise. I spent the day in training camp and having your father chew your ass out in front of your entire team is fucking exhausting.”
I shove the carton of ice cream into Callen’s hands.
“Is Madman here?” I move to the stairs and call up, “Maddox. Get your ass down here.”
“Holy shit, Gracie.” Killian St. James comes out of the bathroom and smiles. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Yeah well, your sister pissed me off. So right now, you’re guilty by association. Bye bye, Killer.”
Callen all but chokes on the ice cream the fucker is eating right out of the carton, and I point my spoon at him. “Wrong answer, Callen.”
Maddox comes down the stairs just as Killian is heading toward his room and stops to warn him, “Dude, run... Something fucking snapped, and good twin has gone psycho.”
Maddox watches him, unamused. “What the hell, Gracie? What’s going on?”
I pace with the ice cream in my hand until I finally move over to the dining room table and sit my ass down on top of it with my legs swinging. “I need you to be brutally honest with me.”
“You’ve got a great ass, Grace.” Maddox crosses his arms and waits with a smug fucking smile, like he just solved world hunger.
“I know I have a great ass, shithead. I don’t need you to tell me I’m pretty. I need you to help me get unbroken.” Even saying the words feels strangely cathartic and equally paralyzing.
“I’m out.” Callen hands Maddox the ice cream, and Maddox shoves him back.
“Man the fuck up, asshole.” And when he turns to me, the look on his face says so many things I’m not sure I could have ever heard from anyone else.
“You’re not broken, Grace.” Callen watches Maddox as he navigates the bomb I just dropped at his feet and sits down on the dining room table next to me.
“Fucker, that can’t hold your heavy ass,” Maddox groans. “Get the hell off before you break it.”
“Dude. Do you know how many times I’ve bent someone over this table?” Callen argues, and I gag and carefully move off it.
Maddox shakes his head utterly embarrassed for my manwhore uncle. “Over it, asshole. Not both of you on it.”
“I’ve—”
“I’m begging you,” I stop him. “Please don’t. Only one Sinclair can be psychoanalyzed at a time. And right now, it’s my turn.” I look between the two of them and sigh. I trust both these men with my life. Truly. Completely. And it still hurts tosay what I need to say. “Do you think I’m... I mean... Do you remember...?”
I want to scream and cry and rip my hair out by the roots, I’m so frustrated.
