Then the rest of what she’d said hit home.
“Wait a second, when you and Rory heard what? How did you hear anything? From who?”
Kinleigh chose that moment to reappear, her face scrubbed of all makeup. My cock still jumped in my jeans as if I hadn’t come ten minutes ago. She lifted a brow at my obvious erection as she sat at the opposite end of the couch, but she didn’t say anything.
Neither did I. I just moved toward her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She was board stiff, but I didn’t care. We were having this out once and for all. Time to let the chips drop all over the damn place.
And my sister still wasn’t spilling.
“Ivy? Hello? How does Lucky Charms know about my sex life?”
“We were at the bed and breakfast, okay?” Ivy blurted. “We figured we’d use the time you guys were babysitting to—”
“Don’t say it.” I covered my ears. “Do not violate the fragile balance of my well-being that comes from imagining the stork visited my baby sister.”
Ivy laughed and I was almost positive Kinleigh joined in. Quietly. Since it was better than her sobbing in the corner, I’d take it.
When I dropped my hands from my head, I took one of hers between mine and rubbed her knuckles. She was so cold. Freezing.
She’s afraid, you asshole. What she’s been all this time.
I just didn’t understand why. Ivy and I weren’t monsters. We just wanted to love her. That was all
.
But she wasn’t relaxing. If anything, she was turning a lovely light shade of green.
“I don’t feel bad for you though. How do you think I feel imagining my brother and my best friend having sex?”
Kinleigh and I looked at each other. Her expression said clearly told you so.
Until Ivy spoke again.
“If you think I hate it, you’re wrong. I kinda skip imagining the actual process part, because icky, but the fact that it’s you two, that you guys are together, well, that makes me ridiculously excited. It’s basically the most amazing thing ever. Minus my own wedding, giving birth to Rhi, and opening Rolling Cones of course.”
It was my turn to give Kinleigh a told you so glance of my own.
Not that Ivy’s declaration had helped much. Kinleigh didn’t seem any more at ease. Worry lines pinched her forehead and her lips were pressed so tightly together they were white.
“Anyway, Rory had gotten into town early that day. Of course we wanted some alone time, so if you and Kinleigh were watching Rhi anyway, why not take advantage?”
I grunted.
“So we get there and Rory decided to check the app so he could see the baby. Because he missed her that much. Isn’t that the sweetest thing?”
“Ivy,” I warned. “What app?”
She cleared her throat. “So, um, we have the entire place wired with cameras and sound.”
“What?” I was pretty sure I roared it. “What kind of perverts are you two anyway?”
“Oh my God, does your mind live in a sewer? It’s not for that. It’s for the baby. You know, Rory’s into the audiovisual side, and this was a prototype for the system for the house when it’s done so we can make sure Rhi is safe. He wanted to be able to check on her from his app when he’s not home. Just that day, well, we both got more than we expected. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you could’ve knocked up my bestie. And Kin, that whole baby convo in the car the next weekend when you got wine wasted. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to act like I didn’t know anything?”
Kinleigh chose that moment to escape. I couldn’t begrudge her leaving the room. I wished I could too. Thank God we hadn’t done anything too lewd that day at Ivy’s.
Physically, we’d behaved perfectly. I’d just mentioned us fucking half a dozen times and she’d taken a pregnancy test.
I covered my face with my hand. No big.