Page 37 of Second Chance Husband

I nodded. “I am. I just had my yearly physical. And well, I always use condoms.”

Except with Paisley. But I didn’t need to say that out loud.

She gave me a tight nod. “Fine. Well, if you’re going to stand there, I’m going to be the one that leaves first. I think it’s only right.”

And with that cutting remark, she pushed past me, and closed the door quietly behind her, that little snick echoing in my ears.

Well, I guess that made sense. I had been the one to leave first last time. It was her turn now.

I rubbed my temples, telling myself that we would be able to move on, to ignore all of this and just pretend it hadn’t happened.

I could still smell her on my skin and taste her on my tongue. I knew that my bite marks were all over her body, little bruises of tenderness and heat.

I had a horrible feeling that neither one of us were going to be able to forget this.

I left the room finally, grateful that I didn’t see any of the women or kids in the central area where food was set up. In fact, I only saw my brothers there, not even Greer or her husbands were about.

“Hey,” Luca said, a brow raised.

Heath didn’t say anything. Instead he just studied my face and shook his head.

My stomach tightened, but I didn’t say anything.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, my voice sounding like I had swallowed gravel. I moved past them to the breakfast bar and began to pile on eggs and bacon. Maybe enough food and grease would help this hangover—the emotional kind—and the fact I had way too much to drink the night before. At some point I had sipped champagne out of Paisley’s belly button, and that hadn’t gone off well.

Well, we both had gotten off, but now my headache and memories weren’t going to go away anytime soon.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked, as I took a seat next to my brothers, and began to shovel in food.

“Greer and her guys are out on a hike, while our wives, Paisley, and the kids, are down at the park. They wanted some fresh air.”

There was something in their tone that made me stiffen. “Sounds fun.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say about that.

“You want to tell us what happened last night?” Heath bit out, and I slowly looked up, letting my fork rest gently on my plate.

“I don’t know, what happened last night?”

My brothers looked at each other, then at me.

“How about the fact that we stopped by your room to check on you, and clearly heard what was going on.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly not hungry anymore.

“What? What the hell were you doing outside my room?”

“We were checking on you guys because we hadn’t heard from you in a while, and when the two of us went by your room, we heard it all. Everything,” Heath snapped.

“I don’t know why you think it’s your business what the hell I do in my own room.”

“So you’re not denying you fucking slept with Paisley last night?” Luca asked incredulously.

“What I do in the privacy of my room on vacation has nothing to do with you. I don’t need to deny or confirm anything.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Heath shook his head, as I blinked at him. “Yes, we love Paisley too and we don’t want her to get hurt, but you’re our brother. What the hell were you two thinking?”

“I’m still not sure why it’s your business?” I bit out.

But for some reason, the fact that my brothers were worried about me, and not just Paisley, hit me odd. I thought they would’ve been angry that I would have taken advantage of Paisley like that, but they didn’t want me to get hurt. I couldn’t get hurt. I was the one that had broken her to begin with the first time. I was the asshole here. Didn’t they see that?

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