Chapter 17

Jack laughed, a shaky sound. “I don’t believe we’re talking about this. How long have we been together? Can you seriously sit there and thinkI want to leave you for someone else? I mean, really?”

“Then why did she call you?” Aiden wanted to know.

“I don’t know!” Jack cried. “Jesus Christ, I don’t fucking know, okay?”

Aiden glared at him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Jack asked.

But Aiden didn’t reply. They drove the rest of the way to Shelley’s place in a stony silence.

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“Warning,” Jack told Shelley as they entered his sister’s apartment. “We’re in the middle of a fight.”

As Aiden came in, he pushed past Jack and glared at his lover. “We’re notfighting.”

Jack sighed. “We’re not fighting,” he told Shelley, rolling his eyes. “But Aiden is in a pissy mood—”

“I am not.” But the angry set of Aiden’s jaw and the way he didn’t look at Jack suggested otherwise. “We’re not fighting. Where are those cocktails? I need a drink.”