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“What the hell is going on? I hate seeing you cry, Tiger. Why are you crying?” Placing a knuckle under my chin, he tilts it up.
I can’t look him in the eye. “Britney is in there.”
My eyes flit up.
Jaw clenched; Ash is seething. He hates that girl as much as I do. He looks up at the house. “In our fucking house? I will kill him.” He pauses. “Wait, did you think?”
“I’m sorry.” I cover my face with my hands. “I've never doubted your loyalty to me. But she… she… it looked like she was having sex with you on the sofa. I couldn’t see your face, and she’s wearing your jersey. But now I know it wasn’t you. It was Wade. She’s been through my things and the wicked way she looked at me like she’d won you. I… I…” I can’t get my words out as I hyperventilate.
“Hey.” I’m smothered by his strong body. Running his hand up and down my back to soothe me, he coos, “Hey, c’mon now, baby. No more crying. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.” My words are muffled against his firm chest.
“If I found a strange man in my place and I couldn’t see your face, I would have made the same assumption.” He tries justifying my stupidity.
“You would have chopped off his dick with your skates.” I sniff, feeling better.
“Also that.” His chest shakes with laughter as he kisses the top of my head. “I have never and would never cheat on you. I’ve been faithful to you since the day we met.”
I lean back and look up at him. “Ditto.”
Bowing down, he kisses me on the lips. “I quite like how jealous you were for a moment there but also—” He starts gagging. “Fucking Britney.”
“She’s vile.”
“I want her out of our house.” He wipes my tear-stained face, running his thumb under my eyes. I don’t have any makeup on today as we are setting up at Candy’s house in preparation for Saturday’s party. I’m dressed to work in white sneakers, gray joggers, and one of Ash’s hockey jerseys. “Let’s kick her ass out. And remember, your house, your rules, Tiger.”
I push my shoulders back. “Okay. Do I look like I've been crying?”
“You look beautiful. Go get her.” He points in the direction of the still open front door.
Storming through the house, with Ash close on my heels, I push open the living room door and shout at the top of my lungs. “Get the hell out of my house.” Britney lets out a yelp and scrambles off Wade when she sees Ash standing behind me.
“Oh, my God.” Wade catapults upright.
“You too.” I thumb over my shoulder.
“But I’ve got nowhere else to go.” Hair ruffled, thick beard, Wade looks genuinely concerned.
“You should have thought about that before you brought the top puck slut that ever walked this earth back to my house,” I rage, spitting venom in Britney’s direction. “You’re thirty-five, when are you going to grow up?”
Gasping in horror, she pulls the hem of my Eagles jersey down to cover herself. “I’m only thirty-four,” she protests.
“You said you were twenty-five; the same age as me,” Wade jumps in, looking horrified.
“I’m reporting you to management,” Ash firmly informs her from behind me.
“No.” Britney holds her hands up. “Don’t do that. Please, Ash.”
He stands his ground. “It’s done.”
“Now get the hell out of my house and leave the shirt,” I yell. I’m going to have a ritualistic burning ceremony with Bree and Candy. They despise this girl as much as I do.
“Wade said neither of you are living here?” Britney finds her confidence. “Why is that?” Pointing at Ash, shocks me when she says, “And one of my friends saw you leaving the apartment above Home & Away.” She then drives the knife in deeper. “And why are you on personal leave, Ash?”
“None of your business, Britney,” Ash growls.
I push my shoulders back and stand taller, to cover how much of a freak out I am having internally. The last person on Earth I would ever want to know that Ash and I had separated momentarily is Britney.
