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us?” She glared at Rory. “I just don’t understand. Why would you shut Mitch out like this? Don’t you remember what he and I meant to one another? Have you forgotten that the three of you were best friends, closer than brothers?”
    Brock snarled. “And are you ready to dismiss his life choices and his negligence that damn near got you and your sisters killed?”
    “Jordie Anne,” Trixie snapped. “Say it with me, Brock. Say her fucking name! You’ve spent our entire relationship avoiding the talk about her. You dodge her name at every turn. You refuse to take ownership in what happened to that girl yet you were just as guilty as Mitch. The only difference here? Mitch decided to own his faults and carry the burden of responsibility.
    “And what was it that you did, Brock? Hmm? What? Tell me, damn you!” She flew against him with her palms against his chest, her small hands balling in tightly clenched fists as the tears streamed down her face.
    Jerking her hands forward and back, she buried her head in his chest and sobbed. “I want you to tell me you were guilty.” Her fists jabbed against his rock-hard chest. “I want to hear you say it. We were all guilty.” She cried harder. “Oh my God. Why didn’t I see this before now? We were all to blame.”
    Rory stepped behind her. He stroked her back and gently said, “Maybe you’re right, Trixie. Jordie Anne went nuts because of her drug addiction, but perhaps we all pushed her over the edge when we fell in love with you.”
    Brock stilled under her grip but he didn’t admit guilt. Trixie stared into his dark eyes. Her words had hurt him. Perhaps her accusation had detrimentally changed the man she loved.
    Without a doubt, Brock Sheldon now realized he carried some of the burden. He couldn’t hide from the truth any longer.
    Brock was responsible. He was as much to blame for Jordie Anne’s addiction as Mitch or anyone else. He’d been there when she’d been introduced to their party drug. He’d watched her develop her addiction and nurture her habit. Then, he’d looked the other way as if he had nothing to do with her drug addiction.
    Sure, they were young. Sure, they were in the experimentation phase but he and the others had walked away unscathed. Shouldn’t he have carried some guilt?
    Trixie wanted him to acknowledge his role and she realized why it was so important to her. Brock and Rory were the only two people standing in the way of her reunion with Mitch. And if they weren’t so stubborn and judgmental, Mitch would be there with them now.
    “I want you to start at the beginning,” she said slowly. “Tell me the whole story. I want to know where Mitch is now.”
    “Trixie…”
    “Tell me!” she screamed, backing away from him.
    Brock dragged his fingers through his short hair and said, “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
    “We’ll discuss it now, Brock.”
    He turned off the light in the hallway. “Come to bed, Trixie. We’ll sort this out tomorrow. Tonight, you’ll sleep between the men who are committed to you. Maybe while you’re drifting off to sleep, you’ll think of the life we’ve built together, the love we’ve shared, and maybe somewhere between nodding off tonight and rising in the morning, you’ll realize Rory and I only wanted to protect you.”
    “Mitch wouldn’t hurt me.”
    “His lifestyle is different than ours,” Rory reminded her. “Drastically different.”
    “So you’re justifying why it’s okay to shut him out?” she asked, turning on Rory.
    “No, I’m providing you with a legitimate reason to think long and hard about what you want to say when you and Mitch are face-to-face again.”
    “Please don’t do this,” she said, stopping Rory before he passed her. “Please tell me about your conversation with him.”
    “I’m sorry, Trixie, but I’m with Brock. You need to calm down. We’ll revisit the Mitch subject tomorrow.” Rory waited for her by the door. “We want you happy,