I’d be taking a couple trips tomorrow.

“You’re thinking Tabatha did it on purpose?”

Cross waited until after we both heard Jordan and Zellman head to their own rooms. Zellman’s bedroom was upstairs. Jordan’s was downstairs. Cross’ was on the main floor, and I kept one across the hallway from Zellman’s upstairs. Some nights we were in Cross’ and some nights we were in mine. All the guys thought it was important that I had my own room.

We were in Cross’ tonight.

We heard Zellman’s footsteps on the stairs, and the basement door shut.

I came out of the bathroom, brushing my teeth. I stared at him a second, then he moved into the closet. A few minutes later, we both moved to the bed and I crawled in, but I scooted to the headboard, pulling my knees up against my chest.

Cross sat on the end, facing me. His eyes were hooded. His face a stoic mask, but I only knew that was because he was bracing for whatever I was about to say.

“I’m wondering. Cheating doesn’t make sense to me, not unless something happened in her life recently and she’s pushing Jordan away.”

“Why couldn’t she just break up with him?”

“Not if something is going on with her. He would push, you know that. She was at our house the night before, at our documentary thing. They were both happy that night.”

He considered it, his shoulders rounding and falling forward. But then he sighed, looking at me again. “And what if she did just cheat? If there’s no deeper reason for it?”

“I don’t know.”

“She’s turned into a royal bitch again, that’s for sure.”

“I know.” But Tabatha wasn’t careless. I couldn’t see her cheating on a spur-of-the-moment decision, especially if she wasn’t drunk. So none of this made sense.

“You going to talk about what’s been going on with you today?”

I flashed him a grin. “I was being stupid. That’s all.”

He was studying me. “You still being stupid?”

I shook my head. “No. Just finding my footing here.”

“I love you.” His head lowered, his eyes pinning me in place.

My breath was taken, just like that.

We’d been through so much, and my love for him swelled up in my chest, threatening the tears to spill. I blinked them away, but my voice was raspy. “I know.”

This wasn’t a time when I had to say it back. He wanted me to know, to be reminded, and I was. I reached over, grabbed his hand, and tugged him into bed with me. I didn’t say the words back this time, but I showed him instead.