Crosby straightened, all humor fleeing his expression. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You actually think I’d mess around on you while we’re exploring this thing between us?”

My heart thudded in my chest at the idea. And it was in that moment that I really understood how much it would hurt when he walked away. “You haven’t made me any promises. Maybe you’ve been sleeping with other people this whole time. You’ve made it clear that I don’t exactly have a right to ask.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I said that I wasn’t a man for marriage and family, not that I’d disrespect you by sleeping with someone else behind your back.”

The anger lighting Crosby’s eyes seemed to make the brown glow almost gold. I wanted to curse. Even his ire manifested in ways that made him look gorgeous. “Well, how am I supposed to know that? I’m not a mind reader.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe not, but I thought you knew me better than that.”

All of the anger and frustration went out of me in an instant at Crosby’s words. He was right. He’d shown me time and again the kind of man he was, and it certainly wasn’t a cheater. “I’m sorry. Lacey…she just brings stuff up for me. I don’t always think clearly after encounters with her.”

Crosby studied me carefully. “Grant cheated with her, didn’t he?”

I turned my gaze out to the docks, to the fishermen and tourists loading and unloading. “He did. And she sent me photos of the two of them in compromising positions for almost a year after we broke up. I’d block one number, and then they’d start coming from another.” The girl hadn’t had any idea that she was sending me those delightful gems during the worst time in my life. I’d hidden my pregnancy from everyone except those closest to me, but I wasn’t sure she would’ve cared either way.

Heat and energy swirled as Crosby stepped closer. He slid a hand along my jaw, turning my face towards him. “I’m sorry. So damn sorry she put you through that.”

I shrugged. “I was already going through a rough patch, so it impacted me more than it might’ve at another time.”

“No one deserves that shit. Especially not you.” Crosby pressed his lips to my forehead. “I could come up with something we could sue her for.”

I chuckled. “Bell reported her for underage drinking and got her thrown in jail for the night.”

Crosby pulled back so he could look me in the eyes. “She didn’t.”

“I think the sheriff’s department was so sick of her and her dad’s antics that they kept her overnight out of spite.”