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“It felt good doing it, Tristan. I didn’t know I was that angry at him till I saw him. I said I was sorry, Tris. And I kept the baby. He still called me names and told me he couldn’t be with me. That hurt. A lot.” Kayla added in a whisper.
“Do you feel better now? After throwing his arse out?” Tristan asked.
“I do actually,” Kayla said with a grin.
“Good. Now we’ve got to get him back…”
“No, no don’t even suggest that, Tristan. I don’t want him back.” Kayla screeched, moving away from Tristan.
“You sure about that?” Tristan drawled.
“Of course I’m…” Kayla turned to face Tristan. “What are you doing here?”
“What? Now you want to throw me out too?” Tristan chuckled.
“Did he send you?” Kayla’s eyes narrowed into slits.
“No.” Tristan laughed. “I didn’t even know you guys had broken up, remember? I need your help actually. But first, you’ve gotta feed me.” Tristan stood up and started for the kitchen. “What do you have?”
“Yet to cook.” Kayla laughed. “What would you want?” But Tristan didn’t answer. He was already in the kitchen.
Just as Kayla stood up to go to him, there was another knock.
“What now?” She groaned as she went to open the door. But Kayla grinned when she saw who was at the door. “Jean. Come on in.”
Jean entered and looked closely at Kayla. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She sighed.
“Good. Did you really have to call security on him?” Jean drawled as he drew Kayla into his arms. But before Kayla could answer Jean, they both heard Tristan’s voice as he reentered the living room.
“Did you bake this?” Tristan asked with his eyes on the slice of cake in his hand. “They are so…” Tristan trailed off when he saw Jean. “I didn’t mean you had to forgive him so soon. You’ve gotta feed me first before you two get in between the sheets and start doing the nasty.”
“We don’t have to get in between the sheets to do the nasty.” Jean drawled. “We can do it right here. Wanna watch?” He tried not to be affected by Kayla’s uncontrollable giggles.
Tristan gave a slight frown and threw himself into the couch, still munching on the slice of cake. “Sure. Why don’t you guys start with a bj?”
Kayla burst into laughter just as Jean muttered incredulously… “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“You asked for it, Jean.” Kayla laughed at the look on Jean Broody’s face and turned to shake her head at a naughty-faced Tristan. “You are so fucked up young man. This is not Dean. It’s…”
“Jean,” Tristan exclaimed, pointing a finger at Jean. “Dean’s crazy twin brother.”
“That’s me. And you are?”
“Not important. Where the fuck is your asshole of a brother?”
“Tris…” Kayla started…
“No, hold it, Kayla.” Tristan stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of Jean with an angry glare. “You and your brother actually had the nerve to treat Kayla like that? A pregnant woman?”
Jean had the grace to look guilty. “I’ve apologized. You don’t know just how sorry I am for…”
“And you’re a doctor, right? She’s pregnant, you jerk. You should have known better.” Tristan sneered.
“I didn’t know she was…” Jean trailed off, not knowing exactly how to defend himself. “I’m sorry.” He said with a frustrated sigh.
“It’s okay, Jean,” Kayla said softly. “What I did was wrong. It was only natural for you to get angry.” Then she turned to Tristan. “Let it go, Tris.”
“You forgive him, you’ve got to forgive Dean too,” Tristan said stubbornly.
Kayla’s eyes widened for a moment, and then she flared up.
“It’s not the same thing,” Kayla said heatedly. “I admit not telling him was wrong. But I apologized. And not only did he not forgive me and broke up with me, he actually had the nerve to tell me that for as long as the baby remained alive, but I also would never need for anything.” Kayla heard both men gasp when the import of what she’d said dawned on them. But she ignored their shocked looks and went on. “As if I would go and kill the baby. If I wanted to get rid of it, I would have gone ahead with the abortion as planned. And not need for anything? Really? I don’t fucking need his money. I’ve never felt so insulted in my life. Breaking up with me had hurt, I’ll admit. But implying that I was some monster who would kill my kid or a gold-digger who would keep a baby simply to be able to live well for the rest of my life was low. That killed my spirit.”
Kayla turned and walked slowly towards her bedroom, leaving the two men to stare after her with shocked eyes.
“He fucked up real bad,” Tristan muttered softly.
“He sure did.” Jean agreed. “Fuck! The idiot didn’t tell me that part.”
Tristan turned to look at Jean. “We need to do something.” Worried green eyes looked into dread-filled blue eyes. “This is bad.”
Jean sighed. “I don’t know what to do.” He confided. “This is more serious than I thought. What the fuck was that idiot thinking?” Then turning to fully face Tristan, Jean asked out of the blue… “How’s your equally fucked-up husband by the way?”
Tristan laughed and moved to sit on the couch. “He’s well, thanks.”
Jean dropped onto the couch beside Tristan. “God, this is so messed up.” He groaned. “What is Cole doing about this?”
“What can he do?” Tristan muttered.
“Sometimes it helps when friends step in to help,” Jean said, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
“Hmm… that’s true. Maybe…” Tristan sat forward, thinking hard.
Jean looked at him eagerly, knowing Tristan would come up with a strategy that would help his brother. Dean had told him how Tristan had managed to get him together with Kayla the morning after they hooked up.
“Well…” Jean prompted.
“I was thinking….”