“Addy,” she whined. “When Steve Keller shoved his tongue in my mouth and proceeded to instigate the worst kiss in the history of worst kisses, I told you. And when Tony fumbled his way to second base and made that weird sound when he touched my bra, then shuddered before he jumped away from me and covered his crotch, I told you. And when the mac-daddy of them all—”
“Please, God, stop. I don’t need a walk down TMI Memory Lane.”
“Point is, I tell you. But you never tell me anything.”
Hadley had a point, she did tell me everything. I knew every detail about her limited sex life. Everything except Brady.
“Fine. I’ll tell you after you tell me about Brady.”
I held my breath and prayed she didn’t call my bluff. I absolutely, unequivocally did not want to know a single thing about my future brother-in-law and I hoped Hadley wouldn’t share.
“What do you want to know?” She smirked.
Drat. She knew me too well. This was a game we’d played too many times—me challenging Hadley and her rising to the challenge then doubling down.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, too afraid to take the game any further.
It was a crapshoot—either Hadley would spill her guts, making it difficult for me to ever look at Brady again, or she’d back down. Hadley rarely backed down, so really it wasn’t a crapshoot. I had no choice but to admit defeat.
“Well, seeing as you don’t have to tell me what he’s—”
“Please stop,” I interrupted her. “I’m embarrassed enough that Brady saw…what he saw. I know what you saw. I don’t want to talk about it. As in, not talk about it at all, never, ever talk about it.”
“Fine.” She gave in. “We’ll skip the horizontal tango, but I want details about the rest.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I lied.
“Addy,” my sister whispered. “Last I saw, you were stomping out of his office fit to be tied. Last I heard was, you told him to find another therapist. Then I heard and saw more when I was at Triple Canopy and Trey was sulking around pissed as hell. Even though I didn’t need him to, Brady confirmed what I saw and told me that Trey was unbearable at work and everyone was giving him a wide berth including Matt, who he’s closest to. Now, I’m happy for you if you’re happy. But that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about you. I’m not saying this to be a bitch but it is not lost on anyone that Trey’s got some experience, and not just a little—a goodly amount. And, sister, you do not. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Crap.
I wanted to talk about this less than I wanted to give my sister details about Trey’s skills. Not that I actually had to tell Hadley anything—as she’d said, she knew Trey had seen a good amount of action, so it could be assumed he’d be good at it.
But maybe it would be good to get her advice. My sister, Quinn, would’ve been my best option, she was no-nonsense and straight-up honest. She’d tell me the truth even if it scored deep. Delaney was a dreamer, she’d been in love with her husband Carter since forever. She hadn’t lived a fairy tale, far from it. But in the end, she’d gotten her happily ever after. And being as she’d been in love with one man her whole life, she’d only been with that one man, making it so she had less experience than I did.
There was also the issue of discretion. I hadn’t planned on telling anyone what happened, but seeing as Hadley had barged her way into my house, the cat was out of the bag. My twin could give good advice when she had a mind to give it. But normally she just tried to shield me from any blow life could land.
“He thinks I’m beautiful.”
“Addy—”
“Not in an ‘I want to get in your pants’ way,” I talked over her. “It was after. When we were talking about something important and he stopped mid-thought and told me. But it was more, Hads, it was like he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. He’s full of something ugly. He calls himself an asshole. But he’s shockingly honest. So honest it hurts my heart. And it’s not just the words he says that hurts, the pain he doesn’t hide. He says it and shows it and it hurts so bad knowing he carries all of that inside of him. He wants