Page 69 of Girl Going Nowhere

Brodie’s eyes move from mine to his. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Finn. I can put two and two together. The walls aren’t that thick here. Your little late-night sessions don’t go unnoticed.”

I hold my hands up and spin around to face the two men. “How long has this been going on? And why didn’t you tell me? You knew I wouldn’t have cared. I love you guys.”

Dante’s skepticism is painted across his face at the statement. “It wasn’t your business, Blake.”

“I live here. Doesn’t that mean I should have some sort of opinion? This whole time there’s been a rule about you guys not sleeping with me, but you’ve been sneaking around with Finn for probably just as long.”

The second his eyes narrow, I know I’ve gone too far. “And how well did the rule really go over? Hmm?”

Brodie curses under his breath again.

It’s Finn who steps in, confusion pinching his brows. “What are you talking about?”

Dante’s arms cross over his chest. “Ask Blake. I’m certain the only person in here she hasn’t slept with is you at this point.”

Heat blossoms over my cheeks, followed by prickled anger. He’s making a point because I pissed him off, I get it. But that doesn’t mean I appreciate him outing my personal business to everybody in the room.

Finn looks at me. “Blake?”

Embarrassed, my eyes lower to the floor.

Brodie says, “Does any of that matter?”

“It does to me,” Finn growls at him.

My attention bolts back to him. “It’s no different than finding out you and Dante have been fucking behind my back. That matters to me.”

Dante steps forward. “It shouldn’t.”

Brodie tries to disperse the situation. “This is all blowing out of proportion. There’s a lot that should have been said, but that’s not how it went down. Can we all agree on that?”

No. “How long, Finn?”

Finn’s jaw clenches.

Dante remains silent.

Brodie sighs.

Was what he said even true about wanting to be with me? Or was that all a lie? Some cover-up to hide what was really going on?

I feel like such a fucking moron.

Looking between Dante and Finn, I shake my head. “I would have been happy for you.Bothof you. Because that’s what friends do for each other.”

Stepping away from all three of them, I collect myself before letting them see how deep the hurt slices into me.

Looking to Finn, I say, “Thank you for paying for Sabrina’s services. That’s what I was coming in to say. I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”

The face he makes gives me pause. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I stare at Brodie, expecting him to come clean. He simply shakes his head, giving me the answer before I can ask him.

When I see Dante’s jaw grind, I can’t help but wonder if he knows something. “Dante?”

Both Finn and Brodie look at him.

It’s Finn who says, “Does this have to do with what you told me in Philadelphia?”

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