Spencer pointed at Ash. Frothy pink spittle flew from his mouth. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”
Oh no, his law firm would pulverize someone like Ash. She’d need to call her foster brother, Forest, and explain what happened, so she could somehow help Ash before Spencer destroyed him in court.
Ash spit out congealing blood, laughing. “Go ahead, buddy, but remember who threw the first punch.” He rolled his shoulders, shaking out his arms and hands.
She rushed to Ash. “Are you okay?”
The security guard looked hard at Ash. “Hey, aren’t you?—”
Ash held his hands up and out, and with a quick jerk, he shook his head. “Not now, please.”
Spencer struggled in the grip of the security guard. Freeing himself, he lunged forward, clocking Ash on the side of his head. Ash spun, his fist lifted, but the guard grabbed Spencer, dragging him into the emergency department.
Ash rubbed his head, the corner of his mouth quirked up.
He was enjoying this.
The guard who remained asked, “You want to press charges?”
Ash shook his head. “It’s over, as far as I’m concerned.”
The tiny antechamber felt entirely too crowded as coworkers rushed to check out the commotion.
Skye wrung her hands, her eyes darting around at the questions etched on the faces of colleagues who had no business knowing anything about her personal life.
Ash draped an arm over her shoulder. “Only wish I’d kicked his ass more. Are you really engaged to that asshole?”
She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
He pulled her close. “Good.” Then, in a whisper, he asked, “Are you okay?”
Her eyes widened as she looked at him.He was asking her?She should have been asking him.
Her boss, Bob Manley, walked into the chaos. “What’s going on?” His keen eyes took in the scene.
She spoke to her longtime mentor, “There was a misunderstanding.”
Bob knew her as the quiet one. God only knew what was going through his mind now.
“Okay.” He scanned Ash’s injuries with clinical efficiency. “You want me to take him, so you can take care of your boyfriend?”
“Uh…best that I don’t.”
Ash arched an eyebrow.
She turned back to Bob. “Can you see to Spencer?”
Bob’s attention shifted from Ash to the door leading inside the emergency department. He gave a quick nod and disappeared without another word. The questions would come later.
She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head as she surveyed Ash’s injuries. “You’re a mess.”
The grin on his face was even sexier with a swollen lip, but he was going to need stitches for the cut under his eye. The skin was swelling already.
“Tell me about your asshat fiancé.” Instead of disappointment, his voice held a hint of a challenge.
She huffed out a breath. “Ex-fiancé.”
His eyebrow lifted. “Well, that’s good, but it didn’t look like he believed he was an ex.”
