“Watch this video.”

Jock took my phone and stared at the screen. I could tell by his changes in expression when he got to certain parts of the video. First was disgust for her state of drunkenness, then shock at her accusations, then white-hot, smoldering anger, then his face turned to stone. I didn’t know if that was good or bad for me. He handed the phone back to me. I braced myself for another assault, but he didn’t move from his seat on the side of the bed.

“I’m so fucking sorry about this, Jock.”

Silence. No comment. No change in expression, not even a tic in his jaw.

“If I could do over that night, I would.”

More silence. More stone-faced non-reaction. He looked right through me. I wasn’t sure he was seeing anything other than what was currently inside his head.

“I called my attorney this morning. I’ll be talking to Coach at”—I checked the time on my phone—“in about fifteen minutes. I’d appreciate it if you’d go with me.”

He still wasn’t talking or reacting. His lack of response was starting to freak me out just a little.

“Jock?” I said, resisting the urge to bonk him on the head with the nearest pillow.

He blinked a few times, and his focus turned to me. I blew out a breath and rushed on with what I had to say. “Geneva and I did as much damage control as we could last night.”

“Geneva and you?” That got a reaction out of him. Odd what he was fixating on. His jaw twitched, but I was still conscious, and his fist wasn’t planted in my face. We were making progress.

“Geneva is the one who noticed the video on Facebook late last night.”

Jock’s eyes narrowed to cold, hard slivers of light. “I need to get the divorce papers filed. I’ve been dragging my feet. There’s nothing left to salvage, and I haven’t loved her for a long time.” He gulped down the rest of his coffee and set the mug carefully on an end table.

“Let’s talk to Coach and get to breakfast. If we don’t hurry, Cave will have finished off all the bacon,” I said, trying to make a lame joke.

“I have to call my attorney. I’ll be right there.”

I waited at the elevators for him. After about ten minutes, we made our way down to the lobby to meet the coach. Much to my surprise, Ice and Coop were present also. Gorst didn’t bother to acknowledge our presence. His face was grim, as were the faces of the other two. I suspected they’d already seen the video.

“In here.” Gorst’s voice was gruff as he led his small entourage into a conference room down the hall. We took our seats with Ice and Coop on one side, Jock and I on the other, and Gorst at the head of the table.

“Let’s get right to the point. We saw the video,” Gorst said.