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Robby’s mouth falls open, giving me a disgusting view of half-chewed fruit. He swallows quickly. “Wait. You and Cassia broke up? When? What did I miss?”
“We did not break up.”
“You cheated?” Robby raises both eyebrows, then opens the fridge. “You’re a fucking idiot, Adams. She’s smoking hot and she’s loyal. I hit on her every time I see her, and she’s never flirted back. Not once. Thatneverhappens.”
“I did not cheat,” I grit out.
My headache is growing worse by the minute. I thought stating the situation out loud would help. That by spelling out what happened, it would be easier to see everything rationally. Instead, more panic is splintering my chest as Henry and Robby exchange a loaded look.
Expressions that tell me Ihaveto tell her, no matter how terrible the innocent situation might sound. No matter how much I don’t want to.
“I’m going to the gym,” I say, heading for the stairs.
Before I talk to her, I need to think through exactly what I’m going to say. Pummel a punching bag until I’m less anxious and angry than I feel right now.
I pull in a deep breath and then knock on her door.
A few seconds later, it opens.
“Sydney?”
Dread shifts to surprise.
My sister takes a step back from the door. “You’re not Nova.”
“You’re not in Pembrooke.” I step inside the apartment, closing the door behind me and following Sydney into the kitchen. “Is everything okay…?”
Speaking becomes challenging as my eyes snag on the plastic sticks in a clear baggie that’s sitting on the counter.
My vision tunnels to those pregnancy tests.
Thepositivepregnancy tests.
It feels like a load of bricks was just dropped in my stomach. Like I’m sinking down, and everything is moving in slow motion around me.
“What did she…”
I tear my gaze away from the counter to look at Cassia. She’s the one and only thing that could distract me right now.
Her voice trails the same way mine just did as soon as our gazes connect. She’s frozen, her hands tangled in a knot of hair above her head, eyes darting between me and the countertop.
Betrayal and anger heat my blood. Rapid math and my sister’s random appearance leading to one logical conclusion.
Cassia’s face has paled, her expression guilty as she takes a hesitant step closer to me. “Holden—”
“They’re mine.”
I’d forgotten Sydney was even here.
“What?” Thanks to shock and being extremely hungover, my voice is the same consistency as gravel.
“I’m pregnant,” Sydney says.
My off-kilter world spins around again.
“What?” I repeat, turning to stare at my sister. My reliable, responsible sister, who’s never had a boyfriend. Who’s always been the angel to counteract my devil. Healing instead of destructive. Communicative instead of silent.
“I’m pregnant.” Her voice is a little louder, slightly more confident. “I’ve been worried for a while, and I found out for sure last night. I didn’t want to tell you until I knew…until I processed it a little bit more.”
