Page 72 of All Our Secrets

“What?” I didn’t think I heard her right.

“I’m just warning you. Stop while you’re ahead. If you let Silas King catch you, he’s not going to let you go.”

I hated that her words didn’t scare me. The pulse in my clit matched the one in my veins, steadily roaring to the surface until I could hear it in my ears. Still, I denied her. “Becky is proof he can’t be caught.”

“And you’re sneakier than I gave you credit for,” Sarah added with a laugh. “You say physical? You came all the way to Tennessee because you don’t want Becky sinking her claws into King.”

Busted.

“Sarah… Shut up.”

She snickered, then sobered up quickly. “You’re allowed to move on.”

“It’s not sweet or beautiful like you’re making it out to be. He’s Theodore’s best friend. It can’t beanything. I need it to go away.” I looked down at T.J. and smiled like my stomach wasn’t twisting in knots.

“Yeah, that sucks,” Sarah admitted. “But life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. I dated Devin’s brother before I got with him.”

I gawked. “What?” Why hadn’t I known that about my best friend?

She shrugged. “It ruined their relationship for a while. They won’t ever return to how they once were. I never cheated on Chase. But I always saw—or maybe I should sayfelt—Devin when he was near. It was like a magnetic pull I couldn’t avoid. So when Devin hit me up after my breakup, I didn’t blink. I jumped into love with him and married him a year later. And here we are, bickering like two idiots. And I don’t regret a damn thing.”

Theodore was dead. He couldn’t get mad or sad. He couldn’t be anything but gone. I’d never know how he’d react, but if he were alive, this would have never happened at all. Silas would have stayed far away from me like he had before. Right?

Why? Why did that make me sick most of all?

Sarah and I jumped when one of the male workers started yelling. Rushing forward, we scooted in beside Becky at the railings to check out the ruckus.

“Off the track!” A worker shouted at Silas.

He had Devin’s kart pinned backward at the curve. Steven rammed into Silas then, spinning his kart around as the worker yelled again.

“Park them!”

The men didn’t care that they were being lectured like children. Silas and Devin grinned at each other.

Sarah and I shared a smile before laughing. “They take that no bumping rule seriously,” she added.

When I glanced at the track again, Silas was staring at me. I gulped. I was about to do something very, very bad.

Chapter Thirty-One:

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Peyton

Between the back-and-forth guilt and the bundle of nerves swimming inside my stomach, it turned out it was harder than shit to follow through with that very bad thing I wanted to do.

Silas dropped his keys on the coffee table in oursharedhotel room, and I jumped. T.J.’s eyes widened as he fisted his little hands. Even my son was like, “sheesh, get a grip, Mom.” I kissed his forehead, then glanced toward Silas again. He pulled out his phone, giving me a side squint that had my anxiety feeling like a ball inside my throat.

Ugh. I can’t take this.

I’d spent the entire day waiting for us to get back to the hotel. We were there now, and without a doubt, I knew my shaky knees weren’t going to do a damn thing. I was completely hopeless. I was going to be stuck with these odd feelings of guilt, lust, and, oh God,needforever. I needed Silas to insert his penis into my vagina.

Okay, that sounded lame.

I needed to fuck Silas out of my system.

“We never did decide on the rooms.” Silas pulled me out of my inner turmoil.

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