Page 66 of Worth the Fall
His brow furrowed. “Yeah, how’d you get here so quickly anyway? Who’s watching Clara?”
I bit my bottom lip and gave him a grin before answering, “Brooklyn.”
He shouted something in response, but I was already halfway out the door, apologizing to Bella on my way.
I needed to get home. My two girls were waiting there.
IT’S GETTING HEAVY IN HERE
BROOKLYN
By the time I heard Thomas’s garage door open, I already knew where he’d gone and what had happened. Someone at the saloon had recorded the debacle, and Lana had gotten ahold of a copy, which she promptly sent to me before calling.
“Tell me that wasn’t extremely hot,” Lana said through the phone, and I heard the video playing again for, like, the tenth time in the background. “Did you see the way Thomas punched Eli after he called you a whore?” Lana’s voice sounded dreamy while I felt like I’d been thrown into some sort of nightmare.
I cleared my throat. “It’s trash-can whore, thank you very much.”
I’d expected that Eli would make me the villain when it came to our divorce, and honestly, I had accepted that part of things. But the level of hatred that he held for me was something I’d never seen coming. The things that he said were vile, and up until tonight, I’d never even heard him talk like that before. It was as jarring as it was shocking.
Lana laughed. “What even is a trash-can whore?”
“Not sure, but apparently, it’s me,” I said, my disbelief and embarrassment running strong like water in my veins.
Lana clearly wanted more excitement out of me. “It was like a scene out of a movie. But it was real. And it was because of you. Thomas kicked his ass for you. So hot,” she said.
“It was,” I agreed.
“Then, why aren’t you raving about this and telling me how you’re going to jump the man’s bones as soon as he walks through the door?”
“Because I still can’t believe Eli said this kind of stuff in public. It’s fucking embarrassing, Lana.”
“I don’t think Eli will be saying anything anymore. Do you?” she asked before adding, “Sven thinks he’ll shut up now too. And even if he doesn’t, no one will believe him. Not after tonight.”
I couldn’t imagine the bad-mouthing continuing, but then again, I’d never thought it would happen in the first place. So, when I tried to respond to Lana’s question, the answer died in my throat.
“Hey, Thomas is walking in. I’ll talk to you later,” I said before ending the call and pushing up from the couch, where I’d been sitting in a sea of blankets.