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I set my cup down on the coffee table and buried my face in my hands. I needed to break free of my fear, and I wasn't sure how to do it. If I didn't, I'd hurt my baby, Rowan, and myself.
I straightened after a while, and let go of a deep breath. "I feel—"
"What is she doing here?" A voice behind me cut in.
We both turned to see Caitlyn. She was dressed like she was going to be in a winter magazine photo shoot. Fur coat, thigh-high boots, tight pants, a sweater that was molded to her tits. I was in old jeans that needed to be held up with a belt. A pair of sturdy but well-worn boots, and a sweater that was warm but nothing to write home about.
We were very different people, I thought—and Ace was into her, while Rowan was into me, which told me that Ace and Rowan were also very different people. In my mind, they were never interchangeable, but somehow connected.
"You knew Isha was here, Caitlyn." Ace rose.
"I can't believe we're letting trash into our homes these days."
Six years ago, that remark had burnt me all the way through to my soul. As an orphan I'd hear the word trash often associated with me. Now, it just irritated me.
"Stop being rude, Caitlyn," Ace warned heatedly.
I picked up my coffee and drank like a domestic drama was not unfolding around me. I wasn't worried about Caitlyn. Hell, I wasn't worried about anyone.
And I wasn't, I realized, because I knew I had Rowan.
I had him.
Bloody hell! What a time for an epiphany!
"You couldn't get your hands on Ace, so you went for Rowan." Caitlyn came to stand in front of me, blocking part of my view of the mountains.
"Well, Rowan's the one with money, Caitlyn. Of course, I did."
Ace choked out a laugh, and Caitlyn glared at him. "You know we could all see who you were then? Just another gold digger."
"And a successful one at that," I agreed, enjoying myself.
Ace sat down on the couch next to me, now amused.
"What are you so happy about, Ace?" Caitlyn demanded.
"The girls are out riding," Ace told her. "They'll be back in a couple of hours."
"And are they out with the slut's spawn?"
"Watch it," Ace threw at her.
"Or what?"
"Or Rowan's going to kick you out of the house," I told her.
"Is he?"
"Yep."
"He can't do that."
"Actually," Ace leaned back on the sofa, "he can. Everything is his. He's nice enough to let us live here."
"But if you don't treat his future wife and daughter nicely…I think he'll show you the door," I added.
"Future what?" Caitlyn let out a harsh laugh. "He fucks you, darling, he won't marry you."
