Blake
Present Day
Fuck. Or f****d, as the case may be. As in, I was f****d because there was almost no way Becca was going to trust me again, and it had been my own fault for getting myself into the situation.
I’d planned to push Sarah harder about coming clean to Becca, but I hadn’t planned to do it at Isla’s house after dinner. In fact, I’d avoided being too near Sarah for the entire night, just in case she wanted to try to convince me to leave the past in the past. But she cornered me when I was distracted, checking my texts after leaving the bathroom, and before I’d realized it, she’d escorted me into the back bedroom. Her herding skills rivaled Howard’s, and her legs were a lot longer.
Fine, we could have the conversation, I decided. So I told her I wanted Becca to know the real r
