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That’s all it takes. I break.

I press my hand to my mouth, but I can’t stop the laughter. It pours out of me, wild and gasping and completely uncontrollable. My knees give and I slump back onto the bed with my face buried in my hands, wheezing so hard I might actually pass out.

Boone’s face is burned into my brain, and the more I try to stop laughing, the harder I go.

Tears blur my vision.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a dildo, Boone,” I manage between gasps, wiping at my eyes with the edge of my sleeve.

“Why do you have it?” His voice is as close to a shriek as I think it can get.

“It was a gift.”

“From who?”

I don’t answer. I don’t need to. The realization dawns on Boone.

His mouth opens.

Closes.

Then opens again. “Finn.”

I nod.

Boone rakes a hand down his face. “That brother of mine has no goddamn boundaries. Why the hell is it pink?”

“Because Finn has a sense of humor.”

That does it.

I laugh until I’m breathless. Until my chest aches and tears sting my eyes.

Boone watches like he has no idea what to do with me.

“What the hell’s going on—” comes a confused voice.

Finn appears in the doorway just as I’m finally starting to catch my breath. All he sees is Boone gripping my duffel and me on my knees with tears still streaming down my face.

His expression twists. Hurt. Betrayal. Then his mouth moves, and I know what he’s thinking before he says it.

“You’re throwing her out?”

Boone looks stunned by the accusation—and isn’t fast enough to correct it.

“No!” I shout, louder than I mean to. I push upright, swiping at my cheeks. “No, it’s not that.”

Finn takes a step forward, voice rising. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? We invited her to stay. You can’t just throw her out because?—”

“I was leaving!” I cut in.

Finn falters. His gaze jumps from me to the scattered clothes and the mess Boone made. Then he flicks his eyes to the edge of the bed, where the dildo has tragically flopped to one side.

“You weren’t even going to say goodbye?”

“It wasn’t like that,” I rush out. “I—I was panicking. This wasn’t rational, Finn. I swear it. I didn’t have a plan. I wasn’t thinking, I just—” I shake my head and my throat tightens. “I was scared.”