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“Molly.” He lets out a louder sigh. “You know I didn’t.”
“Sorry,” I mumble. Remy was ready to kill Griff the other night. I bet he vented some of that rage once he got Griff on the phone. “What’d Griff say?”
Remy hesitates, then shakes his head. “He says he didn’t do it.”
“What a load!” I jump out of my chair and point toward the living room. “We all saw it.”
“Molly,” he says in his irritatingly patient voice. “He didn’t know the show was airing, yet.”
“Yeah, so? That doesn’t mean he’s innocent.”
He squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds. “It sounds like what’s happening on set, and what the show’s been airing, are two different things.”
I drop back into my chair. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“I know.”
“Did you tell him…” I lower my voice and glance away. “All the awful stuff the show said about me? And all the crap being posted about me online?”
“I did,” Remy says. “He didn’t know about any of it. I don’t think they would’ve been able to show that footage if you hadn’t signed the release.”
Once again, Remy’s giving me grief over something I did when I was caught off-guard and just wanted to support my boyfriend. “How was I supposed to know they’d use it that way! I thought I was helping Griff.”
“I know that.” The slower and more patiently Remy speaks, the angrier I’m getting. “And he knows that. I don’t think there’s a lot we can do about it now.”
“Maybe we can tell the show I signed it under duress. Because I did.”
“We can talk to a lawyer about pursuing that. But it’s probably going to take a lot of money.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Not many things in life are fair, Molly.”
“Yeah, I should know that by now,” I grumble. “Now that Griff knows what the show’s doing, will he leave and come home?” I hate the pitiful note of hope coloring my voice. I don’t want to see Griff or talk to him ever again.
Liar.
I don’t want my brother to know how bad I want to see Griff.
Remy presses his lips tight and flashes his pity eyes at me. “I don’t know if he can.”
“All he has to do is lose a fight.”
Remy shakes his head. “He says he already didn’t do well in one of the fights and he was surprised they didn’t send him home.”
“But that’s…that’s crazy. The show’s supposed to be a fighting com-pe-ti-tion.” I sound out each syllable as if it will somehow make a difference.
“That’s what he thought too.” Remy glances toward the living room. “But obviously it’s more than that.”
“So, is Griff lying? Or is the show rigged?”
“I think it’s clear by now, the show is fucked.” He shrugs. “Except when you two were sneaking around behind my back, Griff’s never lied to me.”
I glare at Remy. How dare he throw that in my face now of all times. I should’ve known he’d end up taking Griff’s side. “We didn’t sneak around. Does it make you feel better now? You were right all along. We never should’ve been together. Happy?”
“I didn’t say that, Molly.” He glares at me. “No, I’m not happy about any of this.”
“Let me get this straight.” I stand and lean over the table. “With your own two eyes.” I point two fingers at his eyes and then toward the television. “You saw your best friend in bed with another woman in black-and-white. And after one conversation with him, you’re ready to take his side. You’re trying to tell me maybe it’s not what it seems. That I didn’t see and hear him in bed with someone else. Do I have that right?”
