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“Sydney. Who’s the guy?”
“Harrison,” she mumbles, so low I barely hear her.
It takes a second to sink in.
There’s no way she means… “Harrison?Harrison Baker? Are you fucking kidding me?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Please tell me you’re kidding to make the theater tech whoactuallyknocked you up sound better.”
“Is it that shocking one of your friends found me attractive? God, Holden!” Sydney huffs, then looks away.
“It’s shocking hetouchedyou, knowing I’d kill him.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. And you’re not my father. I can have sex with whoever I want.”
I sort of wish I was still drunk for this conversation. “You weren’t even in Pembrooke this summer. When—how did this happen?”
“What does it matter?”
“I’m just trying to figure out what the hell happened, Sydney.”
“Do you want to know what position we had sex in too?” she snaps.
“I found out five fucking seconds ago, okay?” I retort.
“Syd,” Cassia says softly. “It’s a lot to take in.”
My sister sighs. “He was in New York to catch a flight the next day. It just…happened.”
Jesus Christ. Baker had a one-night stand with my little sister. And then he came back to Pembrooke and had the fucking nerve to lecture me aboutmymistakes.
I swallow in an attempt to forcibly tamp down my anger. “I’m…glad you told me.”
Sydney snorts. “Yeah, you seem it.”
“I mean, this isn’t something I want you to deal with alone. Have you told Harrison?”
I know the answer before she shakes her head.
What little of last night I remember, he was drinking beer and making out with a redhead. He didn’t look like a guy who just had his life upended.
If my sister wasn’t part of the collateral damage, I’d take some selfish satisfaction in this turn of events. All of Harrison’s morally superior lectures and judgmental looks, and then he knocks up my little sister.
“I didn’t mean to tell you, at least not until I decided what I’m doing. I came to see Cassia, but I should have assumed you’d show up.” Sydney glances at Cassia and rolls her eyes. “He’s so needy.”
Cassia smiles, but it’s her fake one.
There’s no genuine amusement in this room.
And I realize…Sydney came from Pembrooke.
Where I was supposed to be.
Which means…Cassia knows I lied yesterday. Knows I didn’t spend the night in Pembrooke.
“I have to pee. I’ll let you guys make out, or whatever.”
Sydney disappears down the hallway, the bathroom door banging shut a few seconds later.
Cassia doesn’t step toward me.
