“I’m giving us a plan.”
“Same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
She looked at Andrew.
“And you. You’ve been acting like I’m some kind of predator all week.”
Andrew picked up his coffee.
“No.”
“I’m giving us a plan.”
“You leave every time I come into the room.”
“The first time, I left because it was awkward,” he admitted. “After Amanda asked you to stop, I left because I wasn’t participating anymore.”
“In what?”
“I left because it was awkward.”
“Whatever experiment you thought you were running. You kept trying to make me a character in an argument with my wife.”
For once, Kayla had no quick answer.
Then she looked at me.
“You told him to say that.”
Kayla had no quick answer.
I shook my head.
“I didn’t even know he was looking at rooms.”
Andrew glanced at me.
“I probably should’ve told you.”
“Yes.”
“I probably should’ve told you.”
“I thought staying out of it meant saying, ‘She’s your sister.'” He rubbed one thumb along the handle of his mug. “Really, I left you enforcing a boundary that affected both of us.”
I looked at him. I hadn’t expected that.
“I left you enforcing a boundary that affected both of us.”
