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This time, Peregrine winced visibly as Atticus hesitantly described the time when he'd nearly screwed his brother's wife. As the mental image rose in his mind, Peregrine felt bitterly betrayed by both of them. He closed his eyes. He could feel his pulse pounding in his temples as his jaws clenched. He remained like this for several minutes before he reopened them, his gaze boring into Atticus's face.

"Thanks for telling me," Peregrine said flatly. He almost asked who'd stopped them but decided he would prefer to keep thinking it was his brother who'd hit the brakes. It didn't matter anyway. "I'm glad it didn't..." He cut off, shaking his head. "Not that it really matters. That's still cheating in my fucking book."

Peregrine went silent for another long pause before asking Atticus, "Why didn't you tell me sooner, man? And why didn't she ever say anything? Fuck, that part feels worse than the part where you almost bumped uglies with my wife. She never, ever said a word about any of this. And neither did you..." His eyes flashed accusatorially.

On one hand, he wanted to be mad at his brother and, on the other, he needed him for moral support in this moment. The latter part of him won out, mostly because of his aforementioned inability to stay angry with Atticus when there were much bigger fish to fry. "Better late than never, I guess," he groused. "What a skanky cunt."