“But by the time they showed up, I’d already taken care of those three guys.”
Ethan didn’t leave anything out. He told Isabella exactly what happened the night before. He didn’t downplay his part, but he also didn’t take credit for anything he hadn’t done.
“You’re probably hungry. Come downstairs and eat something. I called Susan over to cook for you. I figured you’d wake up with a headache.”
Isabella rubbed her temples, wincing. “My head hurts. Not the worst pain ever, but it’s just... annoying.”
Before she could say anything else, Ethan reached out and tapped her forehead. Whatever patience he’d been holding onto was gone. He let her have it.
“If I hadn’t installed those alarms, you and Barbara would’ve been in real trouble last night. So you’re happy we broke up, fine, but did you really need to get that drunk? All you’re doing is hurting yourself.”
“I don’t want you drinking anymore. Seriously. Try getting wasted again and see what happens. If I find out, I’ll make sure you regret it so much you’ll never even look at alcohol again. Actually, I’m taking every bottle in this place with me later.”
“Let’s see you drink then. Now you know what a hangover feels like. You totally deserved it. Was being away from me really that exciting? You could’ve just gone out dancing or something.”
Isabella felt like she’d just been hit by a storm of words.
“I didn’t think anything like that would actually happen,” she said quietly.
She still couldn’t believe Dave’s guys had been watching her.
“I’m not drinking again. It just messes things up.” She wasn’t saying it because Ethan yelled at her. She genuinely meant it. Drinking just wasn’t worth it.
“Thank you for last night, Ethan,” she said, her tone soft and sincere.
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