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nurture her hurt feelings. That's not his responsibility."
    "But—"
    He interrupted, "And you know it. She's not blind. She slept with Corrigan knowing his reputation. Do you really think she thought he was going to profess his love for her? She's not a stupid girl."
    Grace made a choking sound, but I didn't look back. I couldn't; my eyes were held captive by Bryce's. I closed my mouth and gulped, but I waited for the rest of what he had to say.
    "Don't turn around and be hypocritical on Corrigan. He doesn't love her. He doesn't owe her anything. You might, but he doesn't."
    Corrigan added, "Those are our rules, Sheldon. You know that."
    I closed my eyes. I heard everything they said, and it was all true. All of it. Those were the rules that we lived by in our dysfunctional family, but they were hard to swallow that day.
    I lifted my chin and squared my shoulders. "And I'm being loyal to Grace by going after the guy that used her for sex. That's one of my rules."
    I couldn't look away from the two guys in my life. They'd been my family for so long, my only family, and now I was going against them. A part of my heart fell to the bottom of my stomach.
    This wasn't going to end well.
    Bryce snapped his eyes to Grace. "This is why I didn't want you around. You screw things up for the rest of us." Then he stalked past us and left.

CHAPTER SIX

    Corrigan apologized for the awkward position he'd put me in but didn't say a word to Grace. He left but quickly returned with Raz and Michael in tow. They needed to know how to get out, so I released the lock on the gate. I told them it would open as they approached and to make sure it closed behind them. I didn't want any reporters inside; though I knew Corrigan wouldn't let that happen anyway. Once they were gone, I turned and stared at Grace. I was the friend that made things right, but I couldn't this time.
    "I'm sorry," I finally said.
    Grace waved me off. "Don't worry about it. We can talk later. I hope…" She glanced at me but never finished her thought. Instead, she grabbed her purse and followed behind the guys.
    When she was gone, I sighed as I looked around my home. I was struck by the same feeling as before—it was large and nearly empty. But Bryce was there and something righted itself inside of me. I grabbed a glass of wine and headed upstairs to the master bedroom. I found him on the bed, shirtless, as he watched ESPN. There was an open beer next to him.
    He lifted cautious eyes to mine, and I tried to lighten the mood. "I'm not here for a fight."
    I saw the tension leave him and couldn't help my smile. I placed the wine on my nightstand and crawled onto the bed beside him.
    Bryce cradled me against his chest and kissed my forehead. "I don't like it when you have girlfriends. I'm sorry, but I don't."
    I sat up and leaned back on my knees. I caught how Bryce eyed my midriff, and then, with a grin, I lifted my shirt up and threw it in the corner. I was left in my lacy black bra and jeans.
    Bryce unsnapped the button, and I leaned forward to kiss him. As our lips met, I felt Bryce skim my body with his hands as he helped remove my pants. They slid past my thighs and down to my knees. Then Bryce lifted me in the air and pulled the jeans off, flinging them to the side as I straddled him.
    With lust in his eyes, Bryce leaned back and grinned predatorily. He slid a hand across my stomach and fingered just inside my underwear. I sucked in my breath and caught his hand as I panted. "I want to know why you don't like my girlfriends."
    Bryce groaned in protest and tried to kiss my collarbone. I dodged and grabbed his hands. Then I pinned them against the headboard. "Bryce. Tell me."
    "Because," he sighed, "when you have guys as friends, I know that they aren't going to screw you over. You handle guys better, and they know not to hurt you. But girls play by different rules. I knew Mena was mental, but I couldn't prove it, and you don't listen when someone's gotten past your walls."
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