She shrugs, turning around to give me her back, and starts brushing her wet hair.
I slap her ass so hard she jumps with a yelp. “Explain,” I demand, ripping the brush from her hand and tossing it across the bathroom.
Spinning back around, her wet hair slaps my chest. “It means I threatened to knock her teeth out of her mouth.”
My eyes widen. “Fuck, Eve…”
“She wanted to make a statement.” She shrugs again. “So I made one of my own.”
I place my hands on either side of her face. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
She lifts her chin. “Let her go cry to her husband like a little bitch, and when he comes to me, I’ll fill him in on what she’s been doing.”
“Saint isn’t going tocome to you,” I tell her. I highly doubt Ashtyn will say anything to Saint because if she is playing a game that Charlotte is choosing to ignore, she now knows that Everett isn’t. “I won’t let him.”
She snorts. “I don’t need you to pretend to take my side over your brother’s wife.”
I frown at her choice of words. “I’ll always take up for you. You come first. Over anyone else.” I’m beginning to understand why my brothers went so far to do what they did for their wives. Why nothing else—not even me—mattered to them. If it came down to it, I’d pick Eve. Without a thought.
Rolling her eyes, she says, “And then she invited Jasmine. I know you’ve fucked her.”
“It meant nothing.” She’s trying to act like it doesn’t matter, but the fact that she even brought it up tells me otherwise. I like my girl jealous, but not at the cost of her trust. She can trust me. I’d never hurt her. Not like that. She’s it for me.
“I don’t care if it was last week, Kash, or since we arrived here today.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you?—”
“If you want to fuck them, fuck them.” She shrugs, pretending like she doesn’t care. “It’s the fact that Ashtyn is trying to fuck with me and Charlotte that matters.” Eve goes to turn back around once more, but I keep a hold of her, refusing to let her dismiss me.
“Listen to me, angel.” My girl needs to unwind. She’s stressed and drunk. “I’m serious.” I drop my hands to push her wet hair off her shoulders. “Let it go. Ashtyn is just being Ashtyn. She’ll get bored and move on.” I think she’s lashing out because of Adamdying. Maybe the babies…hell, maybe she’s just being a bitch. “Charlotte is a big girl, and Haidyn would never do anything to hurt his wife. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re my girl. My angel.” I give her a reassuring smile. “I promise…she’s just fucking with you.”
She huffs, and I can smell the tequila on her breath. “It’s working.”
Biting back a smile at her confession, I step into her, not caring that my clothes are soaking up the water that still drips down her naked body. “It’s not worth it. She isn’t worth it.”
“Easier said than done,” she mumbles.
“What about you and Cross?” I go ahead and ask. If she’s going to be pissed at me, I might as well get the answers I want.
“Excuse me?” She steps back. “What about him?”
“Has he fucked you?”
Her eyes narrow. “You can’t be serious.”
“I saw the way he looked at you and the way you spoke before he could say too much.”
She looks away, jaw sharpening. “No.” Her eyes find mine once more. “Cross has neverfuckedme.”
“Then what was that?” I push.
Running a hand over her hair, she sighs. “He gave me my tattoo.”
My eyes drop to her hip. “Your butterfly?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s the only tattoo I have. As you can see.” She lifts her arms out wide and turns in a circle before slapping them down to her thighs.
My cell goes off and her eyes hold mine. “You going to get that?”
