Ash tried not to be hurt when Ross covered his face with both hands. There was no pleasure in Ross’ expression, none at all. And why would there be? He’d dumped Ash like old garbage. He’d had his reasons, or he’d felt like he had. It wasn’t like Ash had been completely blameless in the whole breakup. Ash had wanted to be monogamous, Ross had not. Ross had demanded Ash come out. Ash wasn’t ready to do that.
But when Ross slowly lowered his hands, to reveal a snarl of anger, Ash was more than happy to push his acceptance of his own fault aside.
“You son of a bitch.” Ross took a few steps forward. “I can’t believe you would show your face in Boston again. You absolutely broke my heart, and now you come waltzing back in here like you own the place? That takes balls of solid steel.” His face
