A Perfect Ten (Forbidden Men 5)

I was such a bastard.

“Well...” Aspen sounded suddenly uncomfortable.

I looked up. “I’m sorry,” I blurted.

Her eyes widened and she pulled back in shock. “You’re...I’m...sorry, I’m confused.”

“I wasn’t very...respectful,” I told her, “when you and Gam were, you know, first hooking up.”

She swallowed noisily. “Well, it was pretty scandalous and...illicit.” She shrugged and let out a nervous laugh. “Really? What were you to think?”

“I should’ve thought I had my friend’s back, no matter what.”

“But, you did,” she started in my defense. “I explicitly remember you coming to my house to cuss me out after I broke up with him. And then you—”

“I got rip-roaring drunk and hollered at him from across a room full of people asking how you guys did it,” I confessed in a rush.

Aspen sat up straighter and worked her jaw before exhaling. “Oh,” she finally said. “I...did not know about that.”

I looked down at my hands. “At the time, I didn’t think anyone would believe me. I mean, I was drunk, and I always spouted off crazy shit. But I bet you anything Marci Bennett was there, in that room, and heard everything.”

Aspen shivered and hugged herself.

“All it took was for one person to believe me and do a little investigating, and knowing that has bothered me for a full fucking year.” When she glanced at me, I almost felt the urge to tear up. “It’s my fault you got fired.”

Her shoulders fell. “No. No, it’s not. It’s my fault I was fired. I’m the one who started a relationship with a student. I knew the rules. I knew the consequences, and I did it anyway.”

“But—”

“No. If anything, your actions merely accelerated the inevitable. What happened was going to happen, Ten. And you know what? I’m glad. I ended up with the man of my dreams. I wouldn’t have been able to do that if I’d stayed there. But here I am now, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been, happier than I ever thought I could be. I feel fulfilled in every way, because I’m going to get that goddamn teaching job at that high school, and Noel is going to stop stressing that he somehow ruined my life, and then everything is going to be perfect. So, honestly, I would like to thank you for whatever part you played in all that.”

I shook my head. Instead of getting mad at me, the woman had ended up thanking me. “That’s messed up,” I said.

She smiled. “Well, take it or leave it. I’m still grateful for everything you’ve done for us.” This time it was her turn to eye the front door. “It’s been over an hour since they left.”

“An hour and eighteen minutes.”

Aspen shot me a knowing glance. I pulled back, hoping I hadn’t given anything away.

“Caroline’s been so much happier lately,” she said.

My pulse thundered through my ears. I had no idea how to respond. Was this her way of telling me she knew about us? Or was she just rattling out stray conversation topics?

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, my mouth incredibly dry.

Her eyes flashed wide. “Nothing.”

I nodded. “Well.” I pushed to my feet. “I’m probably going to shove off. This conversation’s filled my quota of touchy-feely for the next few months, so I’m getting the itching need to go do something really manly like go home, watch some sports in my underwear, and scratch m

y balls for an entire hour.”

“Oh, good.” Her shoulders released all the tension in them. “Because I was running out of things to say.”

I chuckled and gathered my things. “You’re all right, Dr. Kavanagh. I mean...shit.” I flashed her an apologetic cringe. She hadn’t been Dr. Kavanagh for months. She was Mrs. Gamble now. Or was it Dr. Gamble?

“It’s just Aspen,” she told me.

I slipped the strap of my messenger bag over my shoulder. “See you around.”