Shay didn’t appreciate Gael and me fighting, ever, but I could tell his behavior bothered her even more now that there was a baby onboard. But it was misplaced anger, because this steaming mess was mine to clean up, not his, and shame flooded me along with a flush to my cheeks.
My friends had my back, but did I deserve it at this point? If I couldn’t explain myself, I’d have to fess up to them about what I’d said, and that thought made me feel the size of an ant. They’d be disappointed, and my shame would be eternal.
No, I had to fix this.
And we weren’t going to talk about how a little, primal part of me found his territorial behavior toward Reed smoking hot. Definitely not.
Time to woman up, or whatever.
I didn’t get the chance to talk to him immediately after we got off the plane,
