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I glared at her and then to Micah. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”
Micah looked between me and Margaret, as if he had no idea what to say. “We’re drunk. It was a mistake.”
“Then, maybe you shouldn’t be staying at this mistake’s house,” I snapped at Margaret.
Margaret looked close to tears. “You’re right. I don’t know how this happened.” She dabbed at her eyes. “Are you going to tell Gavin?”
“Are you going to go home and tell your husband?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. I … I’ll tell Merritt. He’ll forgive me. But … I just … I don’t want the rest of my family to know.”
I clenched my hands into fists. I wanted nothing more than to let everyone know what an idiot she was. I’d left relationships for way less than this. I couldn’t believe she’d done something so stupid. And Micah seemed … unrepentant at best.
The whole thing made my head spin. But it also wasn’t my place to tell her family what she’d done. If it had happened to me, I would have glitter-bombed the house and let every person know what a douche they were. But … I was marrying into this family. Whether real or not, this would complicate matters.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “But get out of here and go home and text me what Merritt says. I’m not going to be an accomplice to your cheating. If you don’t tell him, I will.”
Margaret’s face paled. She must have seen how sincere I was. “Okay. Yeah. I will. Thanks, Whitley.”
I nodded and then hurried away from them, leaving the shattered pieces of their deception behind me. It made me sick to even know about it. Like something slimy was on me. And it was hard to shake, even when I got back to the party and into Gavin’s arms once again.
24
GAVIN
Whitley looked flustered when she returned to me. No amount of gentle cajoling could get her to explain what had happened. She just laughed and played it off, quickly changing the subject.
I didn’t know what it was about.
But it couldn’t be good.
She was stiff in my arms the rest of the night. As if uncomfortable to be there, when she’d been nothing but overly willing since we’d agreed to date. Whoever had said something to her, they’d certainly be hearing from me when I found out what they’d said.
Even Court noticed.
When we finished for the night and were heading back toward the cars, Whitley clung to English’s arm and was whispering furtively in her ear.
“What’s up with that one?” Court asked.
“I wish I knew,” I told him.
“Thought you were getting along.”
“We were.”
I followed Whitley as she and English took off ahead of us. English gave her an alarmed look, glanced back at me, and then pulled her closer to her.
Great. Just great.
What the hell was that about?
“So, what did you do?”
“Do?” I demanded. “I didn’t do anything.”
Court snorted. “I highly doubt that. What else could have happened?”
“I don’t know.”
