“Wait.” Bones lifts his hand. “You were continuing to pay for her health care out of pocket after you divorced two years ago?”
He nods. “Why do you sound surprised by that?”
I sit back in the seat. “Because three months ago, she remarried.” His eyes widen. “To your pal, George.”
“That motherfucker!” he shouts.
“Which he lied to Emilee about. Used her for sex …”
Nick picks up a glass bowl that sits on the end table and throws it across the room, breaking it into a million pieces and bringing Bones’s words to a halt. “I’m going to murder him,” he growls, fisting his hands.
“Get in line,” I say.
“Where is he?” Tristan is the one who asks. I’m pretty sure he and Avery are up to speed by now. They’re smart guys.
“He was here in New York.”
“You sure?” I ask. Last we heard, he was in Paris.
He nods. “I saw him. He was at Kink with me.”
“He has a membership?” Avery questions.
He nods, shoving his hands through his dark hair. “The next morning, he boarded a private plane back to Vegas.”
I sigh. “I doubt he’s still there. Even if that is where he went.”
“He’s probably long gone by now,” Bones says. “Nancy left him everything in her will. That was why Emilee set the house on fire. Even if she won’t admit it, I know why she did it.”
Nick falls back down onto the couch. “She’ll never forgive me. Not like I deserve it.”
I stand, done with this conversation. I’m tired. It’s almost four a.m. I want to curl up in bed with her and get some rest. “She will, but you’re right, you don’t deserve it.” I walk past the couch and toward the bedroom.
A hand grips my upper arm and pulls me to a stop. I turn to face her father. “Thanks.” He sighs. “For taking care of her.” Letting go of me, he takes a step back. “When she told me that you and her …” He clears his throat. “I thought—”
“I know what you thought,” I interrupt him and lower my voice. “Just know that you were wrong.”
EMILEE
I wake witha pounding headache. My eyes are sensitive to the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I moan, burying my face into my pillow.
“Here. Take these,” I hear Titan say from beside the bed.
I lift my head and crack my eyes to see him standing there with two aspirin in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
I sit up and take them from him. “Fuck.” I toss them into my mouth and gulp down the water. “You would not believe the dream I had last night,” I say.
“Try me.” He crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at me.
I frown. “Were we fighting when I passed out?” He doesn’t answer. I sigh. “Look, I wanted to go out. I’m not going to apologize for going to a club with my friends.”
“That’s not the part that pisses me off,” he states. “It’s who you ran into while there.”
I frown, trying to think back on what … “Oh. Josh?” I ask, and his brows rise to his hairline. “Haven met him when she came to visit me in Chicago. When we decided to go out, she saw he was in town for the weekend working at the Seven Deadly Sins here in New York. We were never serious. We were just friends who fucked.”
“Seems like a common occurrence for you.”
My jaw tightens at his words. “Hey, that’s not—”
