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The knot in her stomach tightened at the words and her eyes went wide. “What?”

“Photos ofyoukissing her. Not the two of you kissing,” Grant growled as he leapt from the chair and poked a finger at his son.

“Not that it makes a difference,” Kyle said. “No one knows that but us.”

“Grant, I’m sorry,” Julia said, her features pinching.

“No. No, don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault.” He flicked his gaze to Kyle. “It’s your fault.”

“It’s not my fault,” Kyle shot back.

“It is. If you hadn’t taken her up there, this never would have happened.” Grant’s jaw tightened as he huffed out a sigh.

Kyle’s fingers tightened into fists. “Oh, I’m sorry I was trying to help you by playing doubt agent with your crazy ex-wife.”

“For all the good it did us. She’s nearly killed Julia twice in a matter of a week.”

“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t be grateful. Why would you be? I didn’t benefit you enough.”

“Stop,” Julia said, her head pounding as the argument raged. Her heart didn’t just drop, it plummeted, echoing the turmoil swirling inside her. The tension in the room, the sharp exchanges between Grant and Kyle mimicked physical blows, each work a strike that made their relationship more fragile. Her plea for them to stop was more than a request; it was a desperate bid for peace, her voice a thread away from breaking.

“You didn’t benefit me at all. You made it worse. Like you normally do. And you want to talk about benefitting someone, I’m fairly certain that little trip to the cabin benefitted you.”

“Oh, how do you figure that?” Kyle shot back, his features twisting with anger.

“How do I figure that? I figure that because you got to sneak off and play loving boyfriend with my wife. In the name of helping me, you got to kiss her…twice. Was it worth it, Kyle? Wait, don’t answer that. I know it was for you.”

“You are way off base. But you can’t take responsibility for anything.”

“Like you? You did this and somehow, it’s everyone else’s fault.”

“I did it for you.”

Grant shook his head, his features scrunching. “Oh, please. You don’t do anything except for yourself. Oh, wait, and to get closer to Julia. Well, newsflash, Kyle, she picked me.”

“And maybe she’ll wise up and realize what a selfish jerk you are.”

“Stop it!” Julia shouted, the effort making her head pound and spin.

Both men snapped their gaze to her.

“Easy, Julia,” Kyle said as he wrapped his fingers around her shoulder. “You’re still weak. You should–”

“Get your hands off her.”

Kyle screwed up his face as he glanced up at Grant. “I’m her doctor.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. Get out.”

“What?”

“Grant…” Julia began.

He ignored her, his angry gaze fixated on his son. “You heard me. Get out.”

“I’m not leaving Julia. I don’t think she wants me to leave.”

“Well, I do. And if you don’t leave, I’ll call security. You’re not her doctor anymore. I’ve had enough.”