The floor creaked under Matt’s foot, and Liv’s visitor looked his way just as he knocked. While he didn’t remember the guy’s name, he recognized him from earlier in the summer.
“Get lost,” Liv’s ex said.
“Excuse me?”
Liv’s door opened before either spoke again. Bloodshot eyes looked from her ex to him. “Seb, Matt. What are you doing here?”
Now he knew the dude’s name, but it didn’t explain what he was doing there.
“We need to talk,” Matt answered first.
“Does she look like she wants to talk?”
She looked like she either wanted to cry or hit him. Maybe both.
“Get lost. You’ve done enough damage.” Seb said.
“Not happening.” Under different circumstances, Matt would walk away rather than provoke the man. Tonight, he wasn’t going to let an ex-boyfriend get in his way.
Seb stepped closer, one hand clenched. “If you don’t leave, I’ll help you.”
“Knock it off.” Liv grabbed Seb’s arm and Matt’s shoulder. “Seb, I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m not in the mood for visitors.”
“I wanted to —”
“Go home.” Liv turned her attention to Matt. “And you shouldn’t have come. We said everything there was to say yesterday.”
“You might have said everything you wanted, but I didn’t. You hung up on me before I could.”
This wasn’t going how he’d hoped.
“Liv, you —” the ex tried again.
“Seb, go home. I don’t need or want your help.”
Seb’s jaw twitched, and Matt knew the guy wanted nothing more than to punch him. “Call me if you need anything. It doesn’t matter what time it is.”
They both watched Seb walk down the hall. Once he started down the stairs, Matt focused on Liv.
“Can I come in?”
Her eyes searched his face before she sighed and took a step back into her apartment. “I guess, but not for long.”
He’d told Aiden he knew what he was going to say. He’d lied.
“Are you going to speak or stand there looking at me?” Liv asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“I’ve never cheated on anyone, including you.” Matt pulled out his phone and opened the photo app. “The woman I danced with is my cousin Vivian. This is a picture of us last Christmas.” He turned the phone so she could see the group picture.
“And the woman you saw me helping into a car was my cousin Sophie. She’s Vivian’s sister.” He swiped down to the next photo in the folder he’d created while on the plane. “I don’t remember when this picture was taken, but that’s her husband standing with us.”
Again, he turned the phone so she could see the picture of him with Sophie, her husband, Aiden, and Theo.
“I already told you the woman I was standing next to on the harbor cruise is my cousin’s wife. This photo was taken at their wedding.” He showed her the last picture.
“None of that explains you and Jasmine.”
He’d seen the photos, and they looked bad. Unfortunately, he didn’t have concrete evidence to hand her.
