“He’s not always a ruthless asshole.” I don’t want to discuss Cross, but Gray, out of anyone, should know that there’s more to peoplethan meets the eye. “I got to know him well.”I’ve known him all my life.“He even introduced me to his mother.”
Gray’s eyes narrow. “You met Vinessa Redden?”
“Yes.” I swallow. “It was more than just physical.”
Another brief silence falls.
“You’re right,” he finally says. “I’m not the person to talk to about this.”
I nod weakly. “No, you’re not.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
Part of me knows I should go after him. Reassure him he’s the one I’m with now and that Cross means nothing to me. But I’m not a liar.
I can’t explain what I’m feeling anyway, because Ihavemoved on. I love being with Gray. I really do. I think he’s good for me.
Yet the image of Cross with that woman is branded in my brain now, and every time I think about it, my heart feels like it’s been shredded to tattered ribbons.
The tears fall before I can blink them away.
“Babe?”
I jolt in surprise when Tana emerges from the air lock. Her eyes widen when she sees my face.
I discreetly wipe my tears. “What are you doing out here?”
“Gray just knocked on my door. He told me you needed me.”
That only makes me cry harder. Fuck. Even battling his own jealousy and whatever insecurities were stirred up from finding me upset over another man, he still cared enough to dispatch a friend to comfort me.
“Whoa,” Tana says. “You’re crying.”
I peer at her through a mist of tears. “So?”
“So I’ve never seen you cry before, not even when we were kids.”
She’s right. I’ve always been good at hiding my feelings. But this hurts too much to contain.
Tana sits beside me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. I slide closer and rest my head on her.
“I saw Jasper Reed and Xavier before our mission tonight, and they told me Cross has moved on.” I gulp through the pain. “He’s been with other women.”
“How would they even know that?”
“Jasper can past-project.”
She sucks in a breath. “Is that possible?”
“Apparently so. Heshowedme the memory. It flashed through my head like a movie scene. He was at a brothel in the Point and walked in on Cross in bed with another woman. I saw it.”
“Oh, babe, I’m sorry.”
My chest squeezes as another swell of emotion threatens to rise and spill over. “I’ve moved on. I shouldn’t care that he has, too.”
“Of course you care. Just because it’s over doesn’t mean you stop caring.”
“It’s not fair to Gray for me to be this upset.”
