“Who? Jett?”
“No, Quinn, why didn’t you tell Gray you were pregnant?” Ash’s heavy stare met mine, and I forced myself to hold it.
“When I found out, I’d seen him a few weeks before with another girl, and I was pissed. We were never anything really, a few stupid hookups that meant little.” I felt the burden of truth weighing heavily on me. After all, what were we? Two hot and heavy make-outs and one night together. That was it.
“Another girl?” Ash looked at me curiously. “Who?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask.”
Ash couldn’t hide his grin. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”
I gave a rueful laugh. “Yes, it really does.” We sat in silence for a while longer, both lost in our own thoughts, before he spoke again.
“You hurt me. I was so pissed at you. We hurt each other, and I genuinely wished you ill.” He didn’t look apologetic when I glanced at him, my surprise showing at his harshness. “But what you went through? I’m truly sorry, Quinn, I’m sorry you felt that you had no choice and that you were alone.”
The lump in my throat was sudden, and I looked away. “It’s over,” I mumbled. “It’s best to move on. Everything happens for a reason, isn’t that what they say?”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone says,” Ash said as he reached over and grabbed my hand. “I may not be the Devil you wanted, but I still know you. I know that you need to talk about this.”
“With you?” I countered as I pulled my hand away.
“If it helps?” He scratched his jaw. “I won’t lie, it’s going to be uncomfortable as fuck, but if you think it would help, telling me, then I can do that.”
I didn’t deserve that; I didn’t deserve this level of friendship. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” I said instead. “I’m sorry we’ve been fighting ever since.”
“Meh.” Ash grinned. “You were always a bitch.” He winked at me, and I laughed.
“We should maybe have had this talk sooner.” I curled my legs under me as I shifted on the couch.
“I don’t think I would have been ready,” Ash admitted as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “Still not sure I’m ready to forgive and forget, and I stillreallywant to punch Gray.”
“You should totally do that anyway,” I told him eagerly.
Ash gave a low rumble of laughter as he tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “I always thought Onyx was on my side, but he wasn’t, was he? He was on Gray’s.”
I scraped my teeth over my lip as I took in Ash’s profile. “I can’t answer that. I think Onyx is always onOnyx’sside, to be honest.”
“That’s true.” Ash grinned as he spoke. “He’s wrecked the Merc.”
“I know, how?”
“Took a baseball bat to it after Gray punched him.”
I sat silent for a nanosecond before I exclaimed. “What really happened?”
“Ran his mouth, Gray took offense, punched him, bust his lip, soOnyx bust his car.”
Covering my face with my hands, I groaned. “Why are they both so stupid?”
“Can’t answer that. Sketchy DNA, I think.”
I snorted as my shoulders shook with laughter. “Hmm, definitely the genetics to blame,” I agreed.
“So,” Ash looked everywhere but at me. “How do you feel knowing what we found?”
“Um, I don’t know . . .”
“What kind of people were they? That they could fool you? I mean, you’re . . .you.”
