Page 206 of Back in the Saddle

Damn.

His life with her was even worse than I thought.

“Does she know about Stella?” Savannah sneered.

“Yeah. We’re friends,” I told her. “Stella is the shit.”

“They used to be a thing,” she informed me.

“I know. Fifteen years ago,” I replied.

“If anything ever happened to her and Mace, he’ll excise you before you can say boo so he can sniff after her,” she declared.

At that, Eric dropped his head back to look at the ceiling.

Which told me he’d heard that before.

Maybe a lot.

So it was me who responded to her.

“That’ll never happen, not Mace and Stella breaking up, and not Eric making a play for Stella. It’s old news. Not to mention, he’s with somebody.”

“I—” Savannah started.

“Fuck! Enough!” Eric exploded, and both Savannah and I jumped when he did.

Me having that reaction wasn’t a surprise. He’d never done that around me, to say nothing of the fact I didn’t think he had it in him. He was a mellow guy. That said, we were very new.

It was Savannah having that reaction that told the tale. Because he’d obviously never lost it around her, and considering all that was her, that spoke volumes.

Her eyes were also wide in shock, which spoke volumes more.

“I cannot fuckingbelieveI wasted over half a decade with a woman who doesn’t listen, a woman who lays on a doorbell at nearly nine at night and then forces herself into my house in order to shove her shit down the throats of me and my woman,” he gritted. “We’re done, Savannah. Divorced. Finished. I moved to a different state to get away from you. Fuckingcluethe fuckin. We’reover.”

Her hand flitted to her throat. “My God, Eric, you don’t have to be cruel about it,” she said in a small voice.

I really should have found it in me to stop it, but I couldn’t. This bitch was a total trip.

I busted out laughing.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

Eric was again looking over his shoulder at me, and a muscle was ticking in his jaw.

At the muscle, I forced myself to stop laughing, but it was hard.

“I see we want different things,” Savannah said.

Good Lord.

“We do? You think?” Eric drawled sarcastically.

A snort escaped me.

Eric shot me another look.

I lifted my hand to him and nodded, sharing I’d be good.

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