"You what? When?" I knew my tone was angry, but I was fucking surprised. I was not expecting her to say that she fucked my brother. 

"It was the night I found the text messages, actually." When I opened my mouth to say something, she held up my hand to stop me. "I have a lot to tell you, Logan." She took a deep breath. "I've been in love with Wyatt since we were teens."

My eyes went wide. She got to her feet and started pacing. I couldn't think or speak as the truth poured out of her.

"Prom night was the first time something happened between us. My date took me to a hotel and I realized he was trying to use me. So, I called Wyatt to come get me."

"I'm sorry, Amelia." If I had known that little fact, I would have gone with Wyatt to kick his ass. 

Amelia took a deep breath before she continued. "So, Wyatt came right away. He comforted me. Then it just...happened."

"You slept together?" How did I not know about this? I thought Wyatt told me everything? I cursed to myself. That's a little hypocritical. There was a lot that Wyatt didn't know about me. 

"We didn't bring it up after it happened," she continued. "I was scared. Maybe he was, too. Then at the graduation party, I told him I loved him."

Amelia told me what happened the night she told Wyatt how she felt. He shut her down and crushed her heart. Then he apparently told her he was going to school at UCLA, which was across the country. 

"So, that's why he went?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I always wondered. He never mentioned he wanted to go UCLA. What happened next?"

"I thought it was all in my head. Maybe he didn't have feelings for me. After a few months, the awkwardness went away and we were Lia and Wyatt again." She brushed her hair back. "I tried to date, but it just never felt right. Then I realized I needed to make myself move on if I wanted to be happy."

I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. "Then I asked you out."

"Then you asked me out." She laughed a little. "I guess we were both trying to stop pining after lost loves, weren't we?" 

I didn't answer her. I didn't know what to say to that. I still had mixed feelings about what happened between Grant and I. "So when you found the texts, that's the next time something happened?"

Her expression told me the answer before her words did. Yep. Something happened.

"No. When you proposed, Wyatt asked me to go for a walk. He—he kissed me. Then the next day, after our boat ride, he wanted to talk. He told me that he had felt the same way about me this whole time. Even at the graduation party."

"He loves you?"

Her expression was unsure and heartbreaking. "I don't know. He never said that. But I know he has feelings for me. Anyway, that night we got a little carried away and we fooled around. Then we both agreed not to let anything happen because you and I were engaged. And I do love you, Logan. I didn't want to do that to you. I felt horrible." 

I took a few minutes to try to digest everything she told me. She and my little brother were in love. Had been for years, apparently. Now that I thought about it, it seemed so obvious. Not only that, but it made sense. It made so much sense that the two of them would fall in love. 

I felt some anger where Wyatt was concerned, but I was going to deal with that later. For now, I needed to deal with my current problem. The wedding. What the fuck were we going to do? She was in love with the best man and I was in love with my best friend. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again. We were in a fucking mess. 

I finally looked up at her with a sad smile. "I don't think we're getting married, are we?"

She returned the smile. "No, Logan. We're not."

"It's probably for the best," I said quietly. "I'm not mad at you for loving my brother, Amelia." 

I had no right to be angry with her with everything that I had done. I shouldn't have strung her along when I didn't love her. Then I proposed marriage because of my dad's business and I thought it was what I wanted. No, I wasn't mad at her. Not at all. 

"I'm not mad at you either," she replied. 

"Are you guys going to start a relationship?"

She let out a long breath. "I don't know. I still have my own personal issues with Wyatt. Are you going to give it a shot with Grant?"

I looked away. "No. Whatever it was...its over now." 

Even though there were some rough days, we had a great time when he stayed in that hotel. Then I panicked and pushed him away. Again. 

"I'm sorry, Logan. Maybe it'll work out." 

With a desperate need to stay off of the topic of Grant, I asked her, "What are we going to do about this, Amelia?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "We have to tell your parents the wedding is off." 

That familiar panic started to set in. My heart started to race. My mouth went dry. I felt the beads of sweat on my forehead. "What are we supposed to tell them?" 

"The truth?"

"The truth?" I asked incredulously before I got to my feet and ran my hands through my hair. "What would that be? Even I don't know what the truth is."

"You don't love me, Logan. Not like you wish you did." Amelia's voice was low and steady. "You're gay, Logan."

"No, I'm not. I just—" My voice cut off on a sob and I turned away from her.

She came up behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "I can only imagine what this is like for you. But I know for a fact that your family, even your dad, will accept you. You need to accept yourself. You'll feel so much better."

I turned and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Can you do something for me, Amelia?"

"Of course."

When I pulled away from her, I tried to keep some of the anxiety and fear out of my voice. "I need a little time. I need to...go away for a little while. Figure stuff out."

"You want me to keep pretending we're engaged, don't you?"

"Please. I promise you I will tell them everything." 

I just needed to figure out how. Not only that, I needed to sort some shit out. My head felt like someone stuck it in a blender and hit puree. I needed some time and space. From everyone. 

"How long?" she asked.

Fuck. I had no fucking idea. How long did it take to figure out your fucking life? "A week?" I asked even though I knew it wasn't enough time. 

"A week? Um, okay. But I need to tell Wyatt something. He knows I was talking to you today."

"You can't tell him about me, Amelia. I need to do it. When I'm ready."

"What am I supposed to say to him, Logan?"

I started walking to the door. Just as I was getting ready to walk out of her apartment, I turned to her. "I know you'll think of something. Thank you, Amelia." 

I didn't wait for her to say anything else. I walked to the parking garage and jumped into my car. I needed to get out of the city and clear my head a little. First thing's first though...I dialed my brother's number. 

"Hey, Logan."

"Wyatt. I take it you spoke to Amelia?"

He hesitated before answering my question. "She said she spoke to you. She asked me to come over and talk."

I turned onto the street that would lead me to the interstate. "She told me everything."

"Logan, I'm sorry—"

"Don't," I said curtly. "Don't apologize. Because I know you aren't sorry that you slept with my fiancée."

"I didn't want to hurt you, Logan. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have done that. I would never do that to you." 

I knew he meant it, but I was still extremely pissed at him. He was my fucking brother and she was my fiancée. It didn't matter what was going on between me and her; she was off limits. 

"I know," I breathed. "Amelia told me about your rocky history. It makes a lot more sense now. Look, I'm not mad at her. I cheated on her and I shouldn't have. We got engaged for the wrong reasons. We were trying to look for something that wasn't there."

"So, is the wedding...off?"

Of course he would ask that. He was in love with her. It was all so clear now. The way they looked at each other and that little jealousy thing at Jack's Bar. It all added up.

"Amelia will explain everything to you when you get there. I'm—I'm still pissed at you though, Wyatt. I don't care who the girl was, you're my brother. You shouldn't have done that. I hurt Amelia. We talked and I don't blame her and she doesn't blame me. But you and me? We have some stuff to work out."

"Logan, please let me—"

Refusing to get into it with him now, I cut him off. "Listen, this isn't why I called. I need to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Do you love her, Wyatt?" I knew he did; but was he aware of it? 

"I don't know, Logan. I care about her. A lot."

"You need to figure this shit out, brother. She's fucking amazing. You lost her once. Don't lose her again." I paused for a moment. "And if you hurt her like you did at graduation, I'm going to beat your fucking ass."

Click. I hung up the phone. One down, one to go. I dialed Grant's number and waited impatiently as it rang. I knew I shouldn't be calling, but now that the wedding was off...

After several rings, he finally answered. 

"Hello?"

Here goes...everything.