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“You don’t know that.”
“Uh, I do. I called and pretended to be her husband.”
“You… fuck.” I stop in my tracks.
“Actually we need to talk about your relationship status,” he says.
“I meant to say fiancée. It came out wrong. I wasn’t exactly thinking—”
“We do need to talk about that,” Summer says, walking in with our lawyer. “But Jason is here so it’ll have to wait.”
“What have you two got yourselves into this time?” Jason puts his briefcase down beside one of the stools at the counter and unlatches the button on his jacket before sitting down. “I thought after the last time I wouldn’t have to bail either of you out of trouble for a while.”
“There’s no bailing,” I say.
“No bail.” Rebel collects a mug and pours black coffee into it before sliding it in front of Jason. “A tiny restraining order.”
“Emergency restraining order,” I elaborate.
“Where is it?” Jason asks.
“In my jacket.” I palm my chest before I remember that I abandoned the blood stained garment before I showered. “In the bedroom. I’ll grab it.”
Collecting the paperwork, I bring it back and hand it over to him.
He unfolds the document and reads it. “Why is this petitioned by Nicole Hawthorne?”
“Nicole Hawthorne is Ivy’s mother,” I say. “Ivy is Alec Hawthorne’s sister. It’s all over the media this morning. You haven’t heard?”
“I’ve been heads down with another client.” Jason lifts his gaze to Rebel and then to me. “The girl you’ve been seeing is the sister? Is this some elaborate joke? Are you screwing with me?”
“No,” Rebel and I say at the same time.
“I thought I told you.” Jason sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose like we’ve given him a migraine. “Don’t fuck where you fight. Preferably don’t fight at all. But since I can’t stop you, you could at least keep it separate from where you stick your dick.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” Rebel says.
“I love her.” I fold my arms over my chest and glare at my brother. “And if it’s any consolation I wasn’t the one that knew I was falling for Alec’s sister.”
“Christ, Rebel. You knew?” Jason stands and starts to pace.
“I thought we could use it to our advantage,” Rebel says.
“You thought you could use her,” I snarl at him.
“Rogue, I didn’t mean for it to go like this.” He exhales like his guilt weighs so much it’s crushing him. “I was going to—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I hope it is crushing him. I hope he realizes that it doesn’t matter what his plan was. Only that Ivy is hurt because of his stupid secrets. “I don’t care what you were going to do. It’s about what you should have done.”
“Okay. Okay.” Summer slides between us. She pushes her palms into my chest despite how futile the gesture is. “What’s done is done. We can only work from here. Isn’t that right, Jason?”
“Yes.” He picks up the coffee Rebel poured for him and takes a sip. Clears his throat. “The restraining order has been filed by someone who isn’t the party in question. Why is that?”
“She’s incapacitated,” Summer says. “She’s been placed on a seventy-two hour psychiatric hold.”
“And they’ve effectively blocked you for seven days.” Jason’s brow furrows as he muses to himself. “After which time they’ll probably take you to court for a permanent order.”
“What does that mean?”
