Un-fucking-believable.
My eyes burn. I swear I haven’t blinked in twenty minutes, because I can’t stop staring at the image of Seth’s arms aroundmyfucking wife.
The phone creaks from the tension when I squeeze, wanting to crush the hell out of it because an already shitty day just got a hell of a lot worse. I study the pic again, how he’s gripping her waist, how she’slettinghim…
It stings knowing how badly I wanted her at my appointment today. Guess I know why she couldn’t make it.
She had better things to do.
“Fuck!”
My voice is still echoing off the vaulted ceiling when Grandpa walks into the living room. I feel him staring as my entire body vibrates with rage.
As much as I want to put this all on Blue, it’s on me. It’s my own fucking fault.
I’m the reason for the distance, the reason she let that asshole get close.
My fists tighten, and Grandpa’s eyes are still on me as I grab my keys and phone from the coffee table, heading straight for the door.
“I’m not sure what happened, but you should calm down before you leave. It’s dangerous to drive when you’re so angry.”
“I’ll be fine. Be back in a few.”
I don’t wait for his response as the door slams behind me. The next second, I’m in my truck, speeding down the driveway, narrowly missing the gate as it slowly opens. I barely check for traffic before pulling out onto the street. I’m driving on autopilot to Hunter’s, going over what I’ll say to Blue when I get there. But by the time I pull up to the apartment building and take the stairs to Hunter’s, I’ve adopted more of afuck itattitude. My fist slams against the door. No one answers, so I pound it again, feeling heat creeping up my neck to my face.
The lock clicks, and the second the deadbolt unlatches, I push my way inside without thinking.
“Where is she?”
Hunter stumbles, catching his balance on the wall. “What the fuck?”
I ignore him and storm through his living room, into his kitchen, doubling back when I don’t see Blue. I checked her location, so I know she’s here. As I think the words, she comes bounding out of the bedroom, still wearing that short-ass dress from the pic.
“West, what the hell are you doing?”
She looks pissed that I forced my way in, but no way she’s more pissed than I am right now.
I can’t even form words, so I show her my phone instead, Pandora’s fucking post about her and Seth.
The room is unnervingly quiet, and I’m trying not to lose my shit.
“Need me to stick around?” Hunter grits out.
Blue’s gaze shifts toward him, and only now does it register that he’s in uniform, holding a bag, clearly heading out for work. I glance toward him, and his eyes are locked in my direction, like he isn’t sure he should leave his sister with me.
Ishouldbe offended, but I’m too mad to give a fuck what he thinks of me right now. If he doesn’t recognize a desperate man when he sees one, that’s not my fucking problem.
“No,” Blue sighs, answering his question. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
Even with Blue’s blessing, Hunter lingers a few seconds, giving me a look that I’m guessing means he’ll beat my ass if I step out of line.
“Call if you need me. I don’t mind turning around and coming back,” he says.
Normally, I’d appreciate his protectiveness, but today it annoys me. He can probably tell as much when I glare in his direction, nostrils flaring as I fight to keep my composure. He doesn’t back down, but he does eventually leave, keeping his eyes trained on me until the second the door latches closed.
And when it does, Blue starts in on me, givingmeshit. LikeI’mthe one who got caught up.
“Are you insane? You can’t just barge into someone else’s home like this, West!”
