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I grit my teeth and shake my head.

If it were anyone else, I’d lie and say I’m fine. But it’s pointless with Sienna. She knows me too well.

“I, uh…I fucked up.”

My bag lands at my feet with a thud, and at the same time Sienna jumps to her feet, declaring, “I know exactly what you need.”

She races into the kitchen and pulls out her blender, tequila, and a bag of ice.

A laugh tumbles out of me as she begins sloshing liquid into the jug.

“Margaritas?” I ask.

“Yep. We drink, and we figure out a way to fix whatever you did. Now, go shower the smell of plane off you. I’ll sort this and order food. What do you fancy?”

“Anything,” I mutter, not feeling entirely hungry. I haven’t since the moment Cooper walked out of the hotel room without giving me a chance to explain. And he still hasn’t looked at my message.

I hate that he’s angry and hurt, and it’s all over nothing.

If it were an actual message from a guy, then I would get it. I mean, I do get it. He saw that notification and jumped to conclusions. If the situation were reversed, I’m pretty sure my head would have gone to the same place. There’s a reasonable—or at least I think there is—explanation for it. If he would just open the damn message and let me explain.

When I return to the living room, I have a freshly made cocktail waiting for me with a whole jug beside it for refilling.

After taking my spot on the couch, I take a sip. My throat burns and I swallow and my eyes water before I turn to look at Sienna.

She smirks at me. “Go on then, hit me with it.”

I open my mouth to explain but quickly realize that I’ve twisted myself up in so many lies when it comes to who I’m seeing that I’m not going to be able to tell her exactly what happened.

“Garrett?” she asks, concern filling her voice.

My heart begins to race as my two options appear before me.

I could tell her the truth.

Or I could lie some more.

I fucking hate lying. Even if it is to protect someone I care about.

And lying to my sister is even worse.

“The guy I’m seeing thinks I’m still using the app to hook up with guys,” I blurt, unable to make a decision.

“Okay,” she says after taking a sip. “And are you?”

“No,” I cry. “I logged out as soon as things got serious between us.”

“Okay, so tell him that.”

“Don’t you think I tried? He wouldn’t listen. He freaked out and stormed out.”

“Why does he think you’re still on the app?” she asks, changing tact.

Fuck it. “He saw a notification.”

“Dumbass,” she mutters under her breath before taking another sip.

“It wasn’t even a notification for a message. It was just a stupid update. But I thought it was probably you, so I said for him to look and…” I don’t miss the way her smile grows. “Please don’t look at me like that,” I beg.