Page 8 of Secrets on Ice

I stare at his name for a second before opening the message.

Trevor: Is Cassidy with you? She's not answering her phone. Please, man. I need to talk to her.

He needs to talk to her? Fuck that after what he just did. My thumbs move before I even think.

Sully: Leave her alone.

His reply comes almost instantly.

Trevor: Please. I know I hurt her.

I laugh.

Sully: Hurt her? She doesn't have a fucking paper cut you can kiss better. You cheated on her. You destroyed her. Don't ever contact me again.

I turn my phone off.

Fuck him.

Movement catches my eye as Ember slowly gets to her feet. Every movement looks like it hurts. "I think I need to lie down."

"Me too," Cassidy mumbles. "Too much tequila."

Jo immediately stands. "Come on. I'll show you the rooms."

The girls disappear down the hallway and the apartment falls quiet. Emmett gets up and walks to the fridge. He grabs two beers and hands me one. We crack them open at the same time, and for a long while neither of us says anything.

I let out a slow breath. "Did you have any idea?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Fuck no." He takes a swig of his beer. "You?"

I shake my head. "No." I stare at the beer bottle in my hand. "How did we miss it?"

Emmett watches me for a second. "You seriously going to do that to yourself?"

"What?"

"Go back through every memory looking for signs."

I don't answer him because I've already started.

Every barbecue.

Every away weekend.

Every birthday.

Every time Trevor said he was with Kevin.

Every time Trevor canceled because he was helping Kevin.

Every ...

"Don't." Emmett's voice cuts through my thoughts. "You'll drive yourself insane."

“Imagine what the girls are thinking though,” I tell him. He nods. “They will be going back through everything, dissecting their marriages. I don’t understand. How could they?”

Jo walks back into the living room, looking exhausted, and takes a seat with Emmett, curling up beside him. “They’re settled.”