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“Bubbles on yer butt.” He smirks. I am impressed he knows his Powerpuff Girls.
“I have had these knickers longer than Tucker referring to my bubble—well, you know…”
“He’s only got eyes for you and yer bubble butt.” Angus can always bring humor to the table, and for once, I don’t mind him talking about my arse because I am grateful he got over here as quickly as he did, and he is lightening the mood. I appreciate what he is trying to do in front of Alice.
“Angus, I got hurt too.” Her whine and pout are strong.
He goes deadly still with his back to Birgitta. “Did ye get bit, scratched, spat on, or punched in the face?” His voice is low and angry.
“Dammit, look at me, Angus, she hurt me. I need help getting—”
“Only ye pride,” he mutters, “ye can stand on yer own two feet. Still waiting on that apology.”
I slip the robe on, realizing I am still standing here clutching it.
“Birgitta, what are ye doing here?” Shamus’s angry growl is fierce from behind me. No surprises there; he isn’t pleased to see his ex-girlfriend.
Things are looking up already. Maybe he can get her to move along. There’s always a silver lining.
I turn to find Shamus is standing close by with Gwen in his arms, a cold pack strapped to her ankle. She wiggles her fingers at me before both she and Shamus register my appearance.
Their mouths drop open when they see my face, but Shamus is quicker than my friend. “Are ye all right, lass?”
“I just need to get cleaned up. It’s nothing that a shower won’t fix.” Teagan must still be inside, and I am unsure where Wiley is.
I mouth to Gwen, pointing at her leg, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she mouths back.
My eyes scroll up and connect with Shamus. He gives me a terse smile. “Between you and Gwendoline, ye are—”
“Shamus… is thatreallyyou?” Cray-cray cuts him off, her voice dripping with fake emotion.
What, has she gone blind and stupid?
The model holds her arms in the air like a helpless child. “Help me up. I think I am hurt. The bitch went crazy and started slapping me. I am sure the girl you are holding can stand on her own two feet.” Her coloring turns greener the more Shamus doesn’t move. I doubt she found her conscience. I think that is jealousy flooding her veins.
When Shamus doesn’t do her bidding but chooses to shake his head in disgust, she tries one more time when she sees he isn’t releasing his hold on my friend. “Please, Shamus, you love me. We can work things out.”
Good. Laaawd!
Shamus draws Gwen closer against his chest with a face full of anger. I’ve never seen him look so livid.
“Ophelia, I apologize for Birgitta’s violence toward ye. Alice sent the footage to Wiley’s phone just now, and he sent it to Gwendoline’s phone. We watched it together while I walked over here.” My friend waves the phone in the air.
“I have to admit; this day sure isn’t living up to a day of love and romance, more like jealousy and violence. I mean, it can only go up from here. Right?” Humor is an excellent weapon to lighten the palpable tension in the air.
“Aye, it is the only way the rest of the day is going to be heading.” He glares at Birgitta.
“Shamy…” she whispers, tears glistening in her eyes.
“What the hell, Birgitta!” Shamus snaps. He is furious.
“Please… Shamy. I need you. We were good together.”
“Enough!” Yup, still livid. “Go back to wherever ye came from. I don’t want to hear any sob stories because ye made ye bed. We’ve been done for over two years. If the billionaire threw ye out, I could fully understand if this is the way ye treat people. Get up and leave, and don’t come sniffing around my friends, my family, or me ever again.”
