“Oh, right,” she says, touching her chin with one finger as she pretends to think. “This fake marriage. Except I know you’re screwing.”
I wince.
Damn.
I knew Hattie would probably tell her sooner or later—thisisa big deal and Margot’s her best friend. But that doesn’t mean I like my dumb sister knowing.
“Whatever we do, that’s between us.” I tilt my glass, pointing at her. “Keep the hell out of it.”
She smirks.
“Hey, it’s not like I’m planning to ruin your fun. I’m just saying… I noticed you like hanging out with her more than you ever liked bumming around with your old girlfriends back in the old days.”
My thoughts jump to Taylor, though she wasn’t even my girlfriend, and I definitely wasn’t into her. Margot probably never even knew we hooked up.
“Why are you bringing up my girlfriends from eons ago? You that bored?” I take a long swig of my drink and clink the glass down. “I’m not sixteen anymore.”
“Does Hattie know?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Margot toys with the swirls of the wineglass as she looks at me, watching my reaction. “You haven’t been treating her like one of your old summer flings, have you? Something’s gotten into her and I’m a little worried. Just be nice. I don’t care if you’re hooking up, but if you mess with her head, I’ll be pissed.”
She raises a little fist and shakes it for emphasis.
“Nice?” I frown. “She seemed fine today.”
“Yeah, well… what did you say to her?”
“What has she said to you?”
“Nothing specific. But she was asking about your old manwhore habits.”
What the fuck?
“Manwhore, huh?” I sharpen my glare. “Not very feminist of you, Margot.”
“Meh, maybe. But she wanted to know about your dating past, so I figure something you said got under her skin.”
My fingers clench the glass and I suck in a sharp breath, anger lashing through my blood, stealing my voice.
I don’t like what I’m hearing.
She’s been prodding Margot for breadcrumbs about my past? After I told her my darkest secret in confidence?
My silence is too loud and Margot zeroes in.
“What, she can’t know what a gross player you are?”
“She knows,” I clip.
And she knows about Taylor, too.
I try to beat back the fear that Hattie told Margot.
Only, if she knew, she wouldn’t be mocking me right now.
Hattie didn’t.
