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“I can’t stay with him,” I whispered.
Martina’s head tilted back, and she looked up at the starry sky. “There’s more.”
“I’m not ready for more.”
She smiled a little. “We never are. After I talked to Rachel, I may have asked Zeke to do a little digging for me. He has more… elastic morals than the rest of them.”
“What did he find out?”
She looked at me. “You may already know, but Zeke said Connor has a thing for spanking and ropes. And other interesting, kinky shit.”
I looked up at the sky too.
She pushed my shoulder and chuckled. “So youdoknow about that. When I start having sex again, I’ll have to get a few ideas.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I lied. “I thought you and Iz were a thing.”
She sighed. “Iz is a story for another day.”
“I’d like to hear it sometime.”
“When I figure it out, I’ll tell you all about it.”
I wrapped my arms around myself. “Tell me the rest.”
“Connor is loaded. His ex-wife is also unstable and has a string of assaults and disturbing the peace convictions. It’s gotten worse over time, especially when she goes off her meds. That scar on his cheek?”
“Yeah?”
“He did get it from a skate blade. But it wasn’t during a game. Amelia went to his house, they got in an argument, and she swiped him across the face with one of his skates.”
I flinched. “Oh, God.”
“She split his cheek wide open, and he had to go to the emergency room. That’s when he started fighting for full physical custody.”
“When was that?”
“Right before he decided to retire.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.
“Come stay with Laurel and me while you figure it out. For as long as you need.”
I turned to her. “Thank you. For being my friend, and for telling me.”
“You’re welcome. My life is messed up right now too.” She smirked. “Most of it I did to myself. But if you like Connor and think something could come of it, I have one piece of measly advice.”
“What’s that?”
She sighed. “Don’t do what I did. Or what Connor did, for that matter. Be honest, talk to him, and don’t hide anything.”
My jaw clenched. “That’s going to be a little tough since he stopped talking to me last week. And right this minute if I told him what I was thinking, it would be a big ‘screw you’ with a side of ‘you fucking bastard’ thrown in.”
She squeezed my shoulder. “Fair enough.”
Chapter 28
