But we weren’t actually a couple.
Showing me sleeping on the couch every night probably wasn’t what they wanted to see.
The show had been on hiatus. They hadn’t aired an episode since right before Lexi had arrived.
Every time I thought about what they’d put on the next show—I cringed.
No doubt it would be all about Lexi Hunter and Trey Turner partying and getting hitched.
Then not coming up for air for two days.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to go back to that weekend, and live there forever.
Beau glided back to me, then came to a skidding stop—covering me with snow.
“Do you have a problem, Moreau?” I finally went head to head with Beau.
He circled around me.
“No, I have a lot more than one.” His frown and angry tone told it all.
“Then why don’t you be man enough and discuss them with me. Instead of acting like a goddamn child?”
He halted, then leaned in. “Fine. I think you’re an asshole for taking advantage of a young woman.”
I shoved him out of my space. “I’ve never taken advantage of Lexi, or any other female in my fucking life.”
He moved back in. “Bullshit. She’s young.”
This time, I used both of my hands and pushed him back harder.
“Lexi’s a woman, Beau. She made up her own mind,” I said with more than a hint of warning in my voice.
This time, he pushed me.
Hard.
My helmet smacked against the plexiglass. “You fucking married her! What the hell were you thinking? She’s more than ten years younger than you.”
“Move away, man,” I warned him again, and this time I threw my gloves off. “Do I need to remind you that Gigi is more than ten years younger than you, too?”
My back had gone from hurting to complete agony.
I found it difficult to even take a deep breath.
He chucked his gloves to the ice, too. “That’s different. We got to know each other before I proposed. You saw tits and ass—and jumped. As fucking usual!”
I stared at him in disbelief.
He did not just say that all Lexi was to me was tits and ass.
I felt a roaring in my ears as the blood rushed through. “Take it fucking back, man. That’s my wife you’re talking about,” I said, my chest bumping against his.
“You’re a fucking dirtbag, and you disgust me.” Beau removed his helmet and tossed it.
That was it.
Anger boiled inside my veins, and before I knew it—I swung out and hit Beau square on the cheek.