The muscles in his forearms tightened. “About Monty?”
“No. About this morning.”
“What?”
“I, uh, used my key to get into your apartment.”
For a moment, Zane was quiet. “You walked into my apartment while Bonnie was there?”
“Yeah. And she tried to spray me with your antiperspirant. I dodged it. But I definitely scared her.”
“Fuck, Ethan.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m not used to you dating someone. Youaredating, right?”
“I don’t know. Someone decapitated a fucking mouse and left it on her doorstep last night. She came to me.”
“Jesus Christ. What kind of sick asshole does that?”
“The kind who wants to scare Bonnie.” And it was working. Zane looked back at Damien. Jesus, his form was terrible. “You working out?”
“Yeah. Might even give you a round in the ring.”
“Feel like getting your ass beat?”
Ethan scoffed. “You wish.”
As Ethan went back to the changing room, Zane stepped into his office to check his emails. He wasn’t even there for five minutes, but when he stepped out, there was a new person in the gym.
Maisie.
She stood beside her husband, and they were talking in hushed tones. What the hell was she doing here? He didn’t even know the woman and he still didn’t like her. Yeah, she’d only been eighteen when she’d slept with Bonnie’s boyfriend, but she wasn’t eighteen anymore, and by the sound of it, she’d taken no accountability for what she’d done.
He crossed over to her. “What are you doing here?”
She turned, eyes widening. “Oh, sorry, I just came to pick up my husband. Is that not okay?”
“If you’re not working out, you can’t be in this section of the gym.”
“Um, okay. Is it okay if I use your bathroom? Then I’ll wait outside.”
“Be quick.” He was being an ass. He didn’t care.
She straightened the bag on her shoulder before crossing the gym.
Zane circled the gym again, talking to a couple of people, giving advice when he could. By the time Ethan returned from changing, Maisie still hadn’t returned.
What the hell was she doing back there?
He crossed to the back hallway. He couldn’t walk into the women’s bathroom, so he leaned against the wall.
But when Maisie stepped out, it wasn’t from the women’s room.
She gasped and clutched her bag. “Zane.”
He shot his gaze behind her before returning his attention to her face. “What were you doing in the storage room?”
“I, um, dropped my lipstick as I was coming out of the bathroom.” She lifted a lipstick from her purse. “The door was ajar and it rolled in there. I’m sorry.”
