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“Are you sure you want to do that?” My heart races as I look up at him. “He’s going to be mad at you… us.”

“I don’t care. Facing his anger so I can be with you is more than worth it.”

Even though conviction laces through his words, doubt creeps through my mind.

I love Griffin and want to be with him, but Jake is just one obstacle of many that stands in our way.

Please let dinner with Jake go well.

If it doesn’t, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Can I forsake my happiness for my brother?

After all that he’s done for me, I would be an ass not to. But then there’s Griffin. I can’t disappoint him either.

Right now, it feels like I’m going to be the only real loser in our messed-up situation.

Chapter eighteen

Griffin

The scent of garlic and browning cheese fills the kitchen as the homemade pizzas bake.

Cora sits on the counter in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, scrolling through something on her phone.

She glances up at me every now and then as I toss the wings in some barbecue sauce.

Once my hands are washed, I step between her legs and loop my arms around her waist. “You look like you’re freaking out.”

“Of course I am.” Cora puts her phone to the side and runs her fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face. “Aren’t you worried about telling my brother that we’re dating? He’s going to lose it. He’s going to be so mad at me, and I don’t know if he’ll ever talk to you again.”

I kiss the tip of her nose, holding her tighter. “Everything is going to be fine. Jake and I have been friends for years. We’ve had fights. This is just going to be another one of those.”

Cora looks at me like she doesn’t believe me. And to be honest, I don’t believe what I just said either.

She bites her bottom lip and looks over my shoulder at the clock on the wall.

Jake will be here in less than an hour. There’s still dinner to finish cooking, and we both have to get dressed, but I’m going to make the most of our last few peaceful moments.

Even though I keep telling Cora that everything is going to be okay, I don’t think it will be. Jake will see this as a betrayal, and he does have a temper.

I just can’t figure out if he will be more upset with me or Cora.

I would take all his anger to spare her any of it, but life doesn’t work that way.

Cora sighs and puts her hands on the sides of my face. “I’m so nervous, but he’s going to be pissed no matter what. We should at least have our stories straight.”

“Yeah. We should leave out our drunk wedding ceremony?” I give her a teasing smile before leaning in and kissing her.

Some of the tension melts from her body as we kiss. I lean into her, the scent of her perfume and the feel of her body putting me more at ease.

Her fingers slip into my hair as my hands slide underneath her shirt.

Cora’s soft moan fills the room as I brush my thumbs over her nipples through the thin material of her bra.

I’m lost in a moment that was supposed to be ours alone.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

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