“I can’t see any.”
“Maybe they booked under an alias. See what comes up for that class they were in and cross check,” suggested Rose.
Seriously? Did they all side-hustle as PIs or something?
She nudged me. “Em, it was your class wasn’t it? What were they like?”
I sucked up the bottom of my shake, trying to pay attention to what was left instead of their eyes, all trained on me. “Oh, I didn’t know who they were until Ash mentioned it. I don’t follow hockey.”
That wasn’t a lie.
Mikey held his finger up. “Oh, honey, you’d definitely know if you saw them. They’re so effing hot.”
Rose sniggered. “Fuck, yes. Drew Crawley is in my dreams on a regular basis.”
I realized my teeth had started grinding. I didn’t know where to look.
Please stop talking.
Jessie high-fived her. “Oh yeah. He’s such a playboy though, my friend fucked him last year and she said it was the hottest sex she’d ever had.”
My stomach dropped, jealousy winding tight inside me. The thought of him being anywhere near anyone else made my skin crawl with the intensity of a thousand spiders. I was going to be sick.
I picked up my bag from the floor. “Shit, I just remembered I have to be home for a delivery. See you guys later.”
I stormed out of the front doors, not waiting for them to answer, not wanting to be part of their conversation for a second longer.
I couldn’t hold back the tears from falling as I walked down the block.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew he’d had sex with other women because he’d told me. I knew he’d behaved like my stupid man-whore brother because he’d told me. He’d done nothing but tell me the truth.
But hearing it from him and hearing it from a random person who’d said it was the hottest sex they’d ever had, was not the same thing.
It was the hottest sexI’dever had.
But maybe that was just the reaction from every woman he’d ever had sex with because that’s just what he did - give people hot sex.
And I’d had sex with a total of five people, including him. None of which had given me hot sex - except him.
I didn’t want him to give it to anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else to have experienced what I’d experienced, share with him what we’d shared.
The green-eyed monster flared up again to almost suffocating proportions, crushing my chest until I was gasping for air. It was a sensation I didn’t like, or ever remembered feeling so intensely. Even with Richard, and he’dactuallycheated.
I’d been firmly served an eviction notice from Cloud Number Nine, the one I’d been living on since he’d walked into my class. Hot shame flushed my cheeks, and I brushed away another angry tear.
“Emerson?”
I turned back in the direction of the voice as I passed it, remembering too late I was an irate, ugly, crying mess.
Freddie and Wolfie were standing on the street, staring at me.
“Emerson, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Wolfie pulled me into a hug, although it was more of a one-armed pat, given her massive belly was blocking the way.
I sniffed, wiping my face again. “Yes. I’m fine.”
I watched in confusion as their eyes became watery and spilled over.
“Why are you two crying?”
