Iz studies the inside of the tub for a long minute, but eventually, her spine stiffens, her eyes clear, and her gaze meets the room for the first time tonight. “We broke up. He won’t be coming, so you guys can relax. Can we move on?”
Jimmy’s eyes narrow to slits. “Did he hurt you? Are you okay?”
She turns to Jim’s glare and meets it with her own. “I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me, physically or otherwise, so let it go. I want to watch the fight.”
I know they worry for her. They don’t want her to hurt, but I swear, the tension in the air dissipates just like that.
Poof.
No Ben, no heels for tomorrow night, no worries.
The guys are pleased, and their world is back on its axis.