“Jesus, Doc,” Dash snapped. “What the fuck?”
Without warning, Willow appeared in front of me, and squeezed my arm. “Maybe now would be a good time not to bail.”
“Why?” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you know?”
“Nothing. I swear. But obviously, something’s going on with him, and since you’re the closest one to him, you’re the best one to get to the bottom of it.”
“Considering the fact he can’t stand the sight of me right now, I don’t actually think that’s true.”
Willow sighed. “He loves you, Liv. And you know it. Something else is going on.”
“Well, he won’t talk to me about it, so I have no idea how to help him.”
“Would he bail on you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a frustrated groan, before turning and heading back into the great room.
Doc caught my eye and scowled. “I thought you were leavin’.”
“I was. But I heard you freak out. Excuse me for worrying about you!”
He threw his hands in the air and headed toward the stairs.
“Oh, hell no,” I snapped and followed him.
Pushing into his room, I slammed the door and crossed my arms. “What the hell is going on with you?”
“I think I should be asking you the same question.”
“Then ask me.”
He opened one of his bureau drawers and pulled out a manila envelope, shoving it at me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
He nodded toward it. “Why don’t you open it and then explain it to me?”
I pulled the paperwork out and found my old marriage certificate to my ex-husband Walker. We’d been married for just over a year and it was a complete disaster. We’d been divorced for thirteen years now, and it was barely a blip on the radar of my life.
“Why am I looking at my old marriage certificate, Tristan? I told you about Walker.”
“What you failed to mention was that you’re not divorced.”
I scoffed. “Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“What? I filed it myself.” I rummaged through the envelope trying to find the divorce paperwork. “It’s not here. Why is it not here? Wait. Why the hell do you have this paperwork?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“When did you do a background check on me?”
“Never.”
“Who did this, then?” I demanded. “And when?”
“Why? What are you trying to hide, Olivia?”
