Tyler whipped around and glared at Jarod. Pain and confusion fought to take control of Tyler. “I’m sure you are.” His voice wavered. “But are you sorry you didn’t tell me about him when I saw him in the newspaper with you and asked about him? Or are you sorry it came out tonight, who he really is?”
“s**t. It’s not like that. After he pulled the stunt with the picture in the paper, and he tried to get it to appear as if we were together at the calendar unveiling, I didn’t want you to feel threatened.”
“You’re right. Better that you didn’t tell me, so when I met him, and he talked s**t about his ex’s ‘new toy,’ I wouldn’t feel bad because I wouldn’t know he was talking about me. Good plan.” Tyler scrubbed his hands over his face. He needed to calm down before he said something he’d regret.
