My lungs seized for the length of two heartbeats.
"Oh, crap."
"I know.
Billionaire plus lawsuit equals beaucoup bucks.
What the f**k was I thinking?" Cary closed his eyes and rubbed them.
"I told him I didn't know who your date was, that it was some guy you picked up and dragged home.
Cross blindsided him, so Ian didn't see shit."
"The two girls with you got a real good look at Gideon," I said grimly.
"They took off out that door" - Cary pointed across the living room as if our door were still reverberating with the slam - "like she-bats out of hell.
They didn't go to the urgent care with us, and neither of us knows who they are.
If Ian doesn't run into them again, we're okay."
I rubbed at the quiver in my tummy, feeling unsettled again.
"I'll keep an eye on the situation," he assured me.
"The whole night was a major wake-up call, and talking it out in therapy gave me some perspective.
Afterward, I went to see Trey.
To apologize."
Hearing Trey's name made me sad.
I'd hoped Cary's budding relationship with the veterinary student would work out, but Cary had sabotaged that.
As usual.
"How'd that go?" He shrugged again, but the movement was awkward.
"I hurt him the other night because I'm an a**hole.
Then I hurt him again yesterday trying to do the right thing."
"Did you break it off?" I held my hand out to him and squeezed his when he placed it in mine.
"It's seriously cooled off.
Like on ice.
He wants me to be gay, and I'm not."
It was painful to hear that someone wanted Cary to be anything other than who he was, because it'd always been that way for him.
I couldn't understand why.
To me, he was wonderful as is.
"I'm so sorry, Cary."