Page 97 of Unforgettable Player

She holds a hand up. “Okay, no details, please.” She shudders. “Did you do it here?”

I shake my head, them remember the blow job on the couch. “Something happened downstairs once.”

Her eyes widen. “On the couch where I sit?”

“Um.”

“Eli!” she screeches.

“Everything okay in there?”

We both freeze at the sound of Connor’s voice.

He pops his head around the door. The concerned expression on his face makes me melt.

“You.” Scout grits her teeth.

“What?”

“Get in here, right now.”

Connor steps inside, closing the door behind him. He looks at me, pressing his lips like it’s an effort to hold something in.

“How fucking dare you.”

“What are we talking about?”

“You know what. The couch.”

I groan. “Please stop, with the couch.”

“What’s wrong with the couch?”

Scout lowers her voice. “You had sex on it.”

Connor’s eyes widen. “I didn’t⁠—”

“I’m sorry,” I cut in, wishing I could explain. Why did I have to be so honest about the couch?

His head snaps in my direction. “What are you apologizing for? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Do Mom and Dad know about this?”

“Dad does.”

What?

“Mom thinks she does, but Dad made her think she’s being paranoid.”

“Gaslighting,” Scout huffs. “Great, fucking men. Even Dad.”

Connor takes a step closer to her. She steps back. “All that ‘I love you, sis,’ and shit and the whole time you’re soiling the couch with my best friend.”

Connor flinches from her word choice. “I love Elliot.”

Oh my god, what?

“I would never want to hurt you. You’re my sister and I really do love you. If you fell for Brad, I’d hate it, but I’d have to accept it.”