Ross checked in with headquarters while Ash went through whatever exercises he was doing in the kitchen. He didn’t follow Ash into the other room. He wanted to. Lord knew, he wanted to check up on Ash and see just how bad things were for him, physically. Maybe a little bit of massage therapy would help with the pain he was so clearly in.
Ross didn’t chase after Ash, even though his feelings were still so strong for his former lover. Maybe he didn’t chase after Ash because his feelings were still so strong for Ash. He’d thought about Ash often over the past few years, and he’d hoped Ash remembered the time they spent together with something like fondness.
Apparently, he didn’t. Apparently, what he remembered was resentment about their open relationship—something Ash had agreed to, whateve
