Just like that, the desire drains from Knox's face.
“Hard?” he says.
“He’s clearly not doing well with me leaving. And it's understandable. I’ve been the only constant in his life for years. He hardly goes home. He doesn’t have you. He doesn’t have friends. Just me. And Delilah, of course. Who knows what he’ll do next? He could get himself incarcerated or worse. He needs help, Knox. Not threats. Not more trauma.”
His jaw flexes.
“What are you saying exactly?”
“I’m saying let me get him the help he needs. There's no rule that states I can't date one brother and help the other.”
“Sloane—”
“Come on. I won't be able to live with myself if he does something he can't come back from. He's crazy. I should have known he'd not take this well. He doesn’t cope well with abandonment. I just need
