Iris
Iwas so damn stupid.
I stared into space, stymied with disbelief at how smooth my brain was.
Daisy came to sit on my lap, obviously recognizing my distress over my idiocy, and my much smarter little sister, June, made vague sounds of comfort through the phone, probably while shaking her head that we were related.
“I can’t believe you forgot you were sharing a calendar with Megan and Logan. Also,whywere you sharing a calendar with them?” she asked.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” How many times had I said that in my life? “And it was. Our schedules only aligned a quarter of the time, so the calendar made it easy to check when we’d all be in town. I just...forgot to unshare.”
I slapped my forehead for the hundredth time.
Last night, I’d been so tense and worked up, not even one of Roddy’s spectacularly plump joints could calm me down. It didn’t help that my back was sore and every time anything brushed my neck, my pussy throbbed at the memory of Ronan grabbing me and tossing me around like his own personal rag doll. Touching myself had been just as unfulfilling as getting high. I still tossed and turned, unsettled by the way my session had ended with Joaquin.
It was two in the morning when thunder struck. My shared Google fucking calendar had my appointment at Skinwalkers on it because Megan had promised to go with me for moral support.
“You think Logan sicced the press on you?” June asked.
“It seems like something he’d do to amuse himself and make me uncomfortable. He probably wants me to call him to confront him about it.”
“You won’t, right?” She didn’t sound worried. June knew me better than that.
“No.” I scratched Daisy’s head, and she flopped over on my legs in ecstasy. “If I had cared about him beyond how many times he could make me come, I’d be hurt by the way he’s turned on me. But I’m just irritated he’s still finding ways to wedge himself into my consciousness.”
“I want to say give him a break because you might’ve broken his heart, but he burned my sympathy when you played me the messages he left you.”
I sighed. “I didn’t break his heart. I bruised his ego.”
My arrangement with Megan and Logan had started as an incredibly hot one-night stand. They had been a chill couple when I met them, and when we were all together, wereallyworked. Too bad it hadn’t lasted. Logan had to get all up in his feels.
“What about Megan?” June asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, didn’t she have access to the calendar too?”
“Of course, but this has Logan written all over it, just like the break-in.”
I could practically see her sweet face fretting. My sister was basically an angel. Two years younger than me, she was the nicest human I’d ever met. We were a little too different to be best friends, but we were close. She lived in Brooklyn and was finishing her degree in counseling.
“Are you sure?” she pressed.
“No, I’m not sure. If I was, I’d have Logan’s balls in a vise.”
She sighed. “Be careful, okay?”
“I will be. My apartment now has a state-of-the-art security system. I don’t even know if I will be able to get through the door.”
Adam wandered in the living room, rubbing his stomach and blinking sleep away and yawning so loud, I couldn’t hear what June was saying.
“Shut up, Adam. I’m talking to my sister.”
His eyebrows popped up, and he crashed down on the couch beside me, leaning in close. “Hi, Juuune. When are you coming to visit me again? And when you come, will you bring me cookies?”
I elbowed his ribs so hard he groaned and flopped to the side. “Don’t flirt with my sister.”
Adam would flirt with a gnat if it batted its eyelashes at him. He was harmless, though, falling in and out of love on a whim. But June had been a hell of a lot more sheltered than I had and didn’t have much experience with men, so I would loathe for her feelings to be hurt.