“She even went out on a date with him,” Jonathon said. “The fake Jonathon.” He lifted the beer to his lips and drank, not tasting it. “The night Caitlyn was born. She was on a date with him when she got a call about her sister. The arsehole dropped her off at the hospital and left her there.”

“And you swooped in to rescue her,” Mason said, a crooked smirk on his face.

He shrugged one shoulder.

“You really like her?” Declan asked. “Even though ...