Jaycee quipped. “The three peas in a pod stick together—no matter what—even when they want to kill each other. Besides, you have done the same shit to us over the years.”
“And so?” Katie-Anne shot back.
“And we got you here,” Jaycee said pompously. “It doesn’t matter how we did it. All that counts is that we did. Now, we are going to talk in the kitchen while the men make nice out here.”
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray’s deep voice whipped around them as he stomped down the stairs. “Shane and Landon need to talk to my sister. Keep your cute, little nose out of it.”
Jaycee lifted her chin in defiance then replied stubbornly, “No. We haven’t seen her in a month, and we need girl time. If he’d wanted to talk so badly, he could have fucking went after her.”
“Yeah,” Shannon agreed, putting her hands on her voluptuous hips and tapping her toe. “Or he could have asked his foster brother to talk to her when he called to check up on her every damn day!”
Katie-Anne gasped. He’s been checking up on me? Well, damn. What had Deke told him? It couldn’t have been much. She’d made sure that he wasn’t able to share too much information on her or her other life. Obviously, that had been a smart decision.
Every man in the room had their eyes narrowed on one of the women. Gray and Cade glared at Jaycee while Jared, Drew, and Randy glowered at Shannon. Katie-Anne had the undivided attention of Shane and Landon, who were staring icily at her.
“Wow, so much testosterone, so little time,” Shannon smarted off. She blew the triplets a kiss before turning on her heel and sauntering away, dramatically swinging her hips as she walked. “Let’s go girls.”
Not having to be told twice, Katie-Anne took off, moving quickly and quietly past the seven men and heading straight for the kitchen. The further away she got from the strained situation, the more her anger at her friends dissipated. They had just been trying to help her—in their own screwed up way. And Jaycee was right. She had pulled all sorts of shenanigans in the name of friendship through the years. Hell, if the tables had been turned, she would have done exactly what they had without a moment’s hesitation or regret.
Behind her, Jaycee sassed, “See you around, big boys,” as she barreled into the kitchen then ordered Katie-Anne to, “Spill,” before the door had time to even swing shut. “I want to know what is going on, and I want to know now, damn it.”
Katie-Anne snorted. “Well, hello there, J. Haven’t you ever heard of pleasantries?”
“Yes, I have,” Jaycee snapped, going for the fridge. “But we did that in the hallway. Now, I want some answers.”
“We’ve waited a month to hear the crap you are going to dump on us,” Shannon told her as she strolled over to the cupboard. “So, we have a good excuse to kick your ass.”
“Right,” Katie-Anne said, drawing out each syllable. “You and whose army?”
Jaycee lifted her head and peered at Katie-Anne over the top of the refrigerator door. “Honey, we don’t need an army to take you out. We have a dare.”
Katie-Anne had to stop the groan forming in her throat. Almost five months ago, she had convinced her friends to play a game of Truth or Dare. She’d been desperate to shake her life up, and it had seemed like a brilliant way to do it—at the time. But, apparently, it was about to come back and haunt her.
It worked for Jaycee and Shannon. Katie-Anne squashed down that thought and the flicker of hope in her heart. Just because her friends had found their way through the darkness and into the light because of the game did not mean she would.
It wasn’t like the situation was the same for her as it was for them. Gray and Cade had chased after their woman, and Shannon had gone after her men. Their dares had only helped them along.
Gray and Cade had used Jaycee’s dare to force her hand, and she’d fallen right into the trap and back into their
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