“I… Zara and Aaron…” Heartache saturated every inch of me, but I forced myself to take a breath.

Had I misconstrued things?

Had I jumped to conclusions before getting the full story?

But it didn’t make sense. Zara had been leaving the pool house and Aaron was in there half-naked covered in her lipstick.

If they hadn’t had sex, what the hell had they been doing?

“What did my jerk face of a brother do?” Sofia ground out.

“I thought they… you know.”

“What? What?” She seethed, eyes narrowed to thin slits. “I’ll kill him. I murder him with my bare hands, and then I’ll find her and—”

“Okay, Rocky,” Ashleigh clamped her hand over Sofia’s mouth. “Let’s all just calm down and take a breath. Eli needs some ice and I think we need to get you and Poppy home.”

“Okay.” I nodded. Because I wasn’t ready to talk to Aaron.

Not yet.

Not until I figured out what the hell I was going to say to him.