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Allysa’s eyes are swimming in puzzlement. “I still don’t get it. If you
weren’t actively cheating on him with the guy, why does Ryle hate him?”
I release an exaggerated sigh. “I’ve asked myself that a million times,
Allysa.”
She makes an annoyed face only siblings could reserve for each other. “I
never wanted to ask because I thought you were ashamed that you cheated
on my brother and just didn’t want to tell me.”
“I haven’t even kissed Atlas since I was sixteen. Ryle just couldn’t
handle that my past sometimes crept into my present, in an absolutely
platonic way.”
“Wait. You haven’t kissed Atlas since you were sixteen?” She latched on
to the absolute wrong point of this conversation. “Not even on your date
last week?”
“We’re taking it slow. And that’s fine by me. The slower we take things,
the more time it gives me before I have to break it to your brother.”
“I think you should just rip off the Band-Aid.” She points at my phone
on the counter. “Text Ryle right now and tell him you’re dating Atlas. He’ll
get over it; he doesn’t have a choice.”
“This is something I need to tell him in person.”
“You’re too considerate.”
“You’re too naïve. If you think Ryle is going to get over it, you don’t
know your brother very well.”
“I’ve never claimed to.” Allysa sighs and drops her chin into her hand.
“Marshall told me he told you I cheated on him.”
I am so glad she’s changing the subject. “Yeah, that was a shock.”
“Drunken mistake. I was nineteen; nothing counts before you turn
twenty-one.”
I laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yep.” She hops on the counter and starts swinging her legs. “Tell me
more about Atlas. Tell me like I’m your best friend and not your exhusband’s
sister.”
And we’re back to this conversation. That was a quick break. “You sure
this isn’t awkward for you?”
“Why, because Ryle is my brother? No, not awkward at all. He should
have been nicer to you, and then you wouldn’t have to date Greek gods.”
She wiggles her eyebrows with a grin. “So, what’s he like? He seems
mysterious.”