Page 36 of Blindsided By Fake Love

After what happened, I blamed myself. But now—

“What was I thinking?” I grumble. “She admitted this was a mistake from the beginning. She wanted the annulment. Why did I challenge her to admit to Scott we were married?”

“Cause he’s a complete jerk, and I wanted her to have one over on him.” I talk back to myself. “I mean, what kind of idiot leaves a woman like that?”

My chest is gripped in a vice, and I’m getting a headache.

Dialing Mike’s number, I hear the ring over the car’s speaker.

“Beau! Are you calling to give us an update?” I can hear the guys at the station in the background.

“Mike tells me things have been going well between you and Kit.” Cole Nichols, Mike’s best friend and fellow fighter, chuckles.

“She said I was a mistake,” I mumble, scrubbing my brow with my hand.

“Beau, are you driving?” I nod my head without answering. “If you are, I want you to stop now.”

Without saying a word, I pull over and put the car in park.

Leaning my forehead against the steering wheel, the back of my eyes burn.

This is worse than that summer. This time, I got a taste of what it would be like to be with Kit. It was better than I could’ve imagined, but then it was over before it started.

“Okay,” Mike says slowly and softly, like he’s dealing with someone in shock. “Why don’t you tell us what happened?”

I fill them both in on what I saw, did, and heard. The car is quiet, and I check my phone to see if the call dropped.

“Wait, did you say you noticed her tense when Scott touched her?” Cole asks. I rub my forehead and nod. “Beau?”

“Sorry,” I push through a tight throat. “Yes. I almost went to them.”

“So she wasn’t happy to be talking with him?” Mike asks, like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle.

Kit’s strained look comes to my memory. It did appear like that when I first caught sight of them. I bite my lip. “She said she made—”

“We got that,” Cole says in the same tone Mike uses, cutting me off. “But the question is, was she talking aboutyoubeing the mistake?”

I slide my fingers over my jaw and stop at my chin. “What do you mean? She said I was the mistake.”

“No, she said, ‘Imade a mistake.’ Not Beau was a mistake,” Mike says firmly, then softer. “Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand exactly what she meant?”

Doubt creeps in before the nausea returns. I start to shake my head again when Cole’s voice fills the car.

“Did you stay for the entire conversation?” My fists clench around the steering wheel, and my breathing is short. “Beau?”

“I’m still here.” My voice is strained, and I’m struggling to process what they’re saying, but the pain that’s gripping me is clouding my thoughts.

“Did you stay for the entire conversation?” Mike calmly asks this time.

“No.” I rake my hand through my hair. “But what does—”

“It matters,” Mike cuts me off. “Because maybe she wasn’t talking about you.”

“Yeah. What if the mistake she was talking about was Scott?” Cole hops on Mike’s point. “What if she finally realized that the fool she was engaged to, who then left her at the altarand alone in Las Vegas,wasthe mistake?”

“I don’t know.” I frown.

“This sounds very familiar to me,” Mike says in a sing-song voice. “When are you seeing her next?”

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