lap before returning to her own seat and curling into herself. I didn’t know why until she spoke again.
“It was three months before it got back to my parents.” She looked at the three of us before inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. “By then, I’d seduced twelve boys from our parish.”
“How did your parents find out?”
Braxton blinked at me as if she’d expected a different reaction. I admit I was stunned by her confession. Most of my shock, however, was due to my first impression of her. I’d never been so wrong.
I didn’t care, though. It changed nothing.
She’d been around the block, but her body count was only shocking to her. It didn’t alter my feelings or diminish our determination to possess the only thing that truly mattered.
From the start, our existence has been so thoroughly entangled. We’ve only ever been one entity.
Houston, Loren, and I were bound.
Braxton would only ever give her heart once.
“One of them feared for his soul enough to come forward. What I didn’t know until my parents dragged me to the church and before all of Faithful was that he wasn’t alone. Eight more had confessed to sleeping with me, and their parents wanted justice.”
I didn’t miss her hesitation and the indecision in her eyes whether to tell us the rest.
“I was allowed to atone for my wanton behavior by standing before the altar for three days without food or water or sleep so that the good people of Faithful could be restored and comforted by my sacrifice.”
Braxton’s gaze traveled between the three of us, attempting to gauge the reactions we were careful to hide. Whatever we decided to do regarding her past, our first step was making sure she retained her innocence.
“The others never said a word,” she slowly proceeded when we said and gave nothing, “but they avoided me after that.”
Because they’d gotten what they wanted from her and had been fine letting her walk through hell alone.
I blew air through my nose.
“Names.”
I didn’t miss Houston and Loren’s heads snapping toward me and their silent demand for me to keep it together.
They could blow me.
I was too far gone to regain my composure.
Braxton pursed her lips at me in disapproval, and it took the last of my control not to grab and shake this need to punish herself out of her.
“I disregarded their beliefs and who they were to get what I wanted. The only guilty party here is me, Jericho.”
I couldn’t accept that.
Neither Jacob Fried nor any of those assholes were forced into anything.
And if it had been someone else, anyone else, Braxton would never let them feel this shame she was so determined to hold on to.
“What about the three who didn’t feel guilty?” The temperature in the cabin dropped sharply at the quiet fury in my tone. “Tell me where to find the ones who fucked you and then abandoned you. I have questions.”
I’d simply beat the nine names out of the three when I got my hands on them instead.
No question they knew since men gossip as much as women do.
We were just too macho to admit it.
“What will that solve?” she challenged with a raise of her brow. “What will it change? By now, they’ve forgotten me.” She looked away, staring out the window as she whispered, “I’ve forgotten them too.”
I could tell she had another pointless argument to make when her head swiveled toward us, and her big, brown eyes narrowed to slits.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” she offered to all of us. “I’ll consider that you might be right when you explain how you’re any different. How many women have you tossed aside? Do you even remember their names?”
The cabin was silent as the three of us watched her, and I wondered if they were considering pulling Braxton over their knee as well.
Loren, as usual, chose to bat first.
“For one, I’ve never blamed and shamed a girl for a decision I made using the wrong head,” he deadpanned. “Only pricks with small dicks do that.”
I swallowed my laugh, and I could tell Braxton was fighting back a smile.
She was a scrapper, which meant changing her mind wouldn’t be easy. She’d lived with her shame for too long. Since we had plans to stick around, there would be plenty of time to open her eyes.
Shaking her head while still fighting her smile, she mumbled, “Whatever,” before returning to staring out her window.
“I still haven’t heard the reason you think you’re a nympho,” Houston said.