Setting Brigid aside, Phil’s voice turned to pure poison. “What the fuck?”

Devon’s spine snapped straight. “What the fuck, what?”

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” His voice increased in volume.

The rest of us stood rooted to our spots, not entirely sure what we should expect.

“What’s it any business of yours?” Devon hissed.

Faster than anyone thought possible, Phil had Devon thrown up against the wall, his head smacking it hard. The sound of it made me wince. Hand fisted in Devon’s shirt, Phil shook him, smacking the man’s head on the wall again, and I was scared that some serious damage would be coming to the notorious guitarist.

“Phil!” I rushed forward, grabbing the offending limb.

“What are you doing with Brigid? What’s with you going after the only women I’ve ever given a shit about?”

Behind us, Lili gave off a grunt of utter outrage. Looking back, I could see my friends were appalled, and Brigid had a sly smile on her face that sent an oily, slick feeling to my gut. The bitch was enjoying this. Having two powerful, beautiful men in a spat over her had her thrilled.

“Phil, you don’t want to do this,” I said, turning my attention back to the situation at hand. “Stop!”

He released Devon and took a step back, his face turning to Brigid. “Is he hurting you?” Phil sounded very dangerous now.

Brigid smiled a sexy, coy smile. “Only if I ask for it.”

“Ugh!” sneered Lili.

Devon slid down the wall, and I dug in my pockets for my key ring that held my tiny flashlight.

Crouching back on my heels, I commanded, “Devon, look at me.”

He turned his gaze to me, and I shone the light in his eyes, looking for mismatched pupil dilation.

“Are you dizzy at all? Blurred or double vision?”

“I’m fine,” he said softly. “Hard head.”

“Lean forward,” I told him. I palpated the back of his head. “How sore is it?”

“I’ve had worse,” he joked.

Pressing my fingers into his jugular, I quickly checked his pulse to make sure it was strong, and he wasn’t experiencing shock.

“Phil, can you call that beast off of him? We have an evening of fun planned, and I don’t need him reeking of some yeti woman’s desperation.”

My head snapped around to find Phil staring at Devon and me, hellfire blazing in his eyes. Lewis grabbed Lili, and they scuffled as she tried to free herself and launch violently at the smug Brigid, who was tapping at her phone, looking supremely unconcerned.

Why is Phil letting her talk about me like that?

Devon looked stunned, and it had nothing to do with his head injury.

Fighting tears, I tried to pull away, hoping to make a fast exit before being further humiliated, but Devon grabbed my hand and pressed it over his heart. His eyes looked into mine, and he saw the pain in me.

I guess, next to Brigid, I really am nothing more than a beast—hideous, huge, and nothing special. She probably has no clue that I’m Phil’s fiancée, his Baby Girl…because she would expect someone as gorgeous as she is to be able to hold that place in his heart.

“No, Doc,” Devon said softly. “You’re in a league of your own.”

Phil took a menacing step forward, and Devon’s eyes darted up toward him, fear flitting across his features. Turning, I held up my other hand, glaring at Phil with something close to hatred. He stopped in his tracks.

“You’re okay?” I asked, turning back to Devon.

“I think so.”

Nodding, I got to my feet and slowly helped Devon to his.

“Brigid?” Devon asked.

She looked up from her phone, a quizzical perfectly shaped brow arching.

“This lovely woman is a doctor, and she’s a friend of mine. In the future, I’d appreciate it if you kept your jealousy in check and refrained from insulting her.”

Brigid’s jaw dropped. “Okay.”

Phil’s glare was threatening to ignite everything within a mile radius. His chest was heaving, and I wondered if he was trying to process the fact that Devon had called me his friend or that his incredibly beautiful ex-girlfriend was with his archenemy.

On the other hand…maybe he was looking at me, wondering what the hell he saw in my yeti-beast self anymore if he could score chicks like that. Pathetically, I was wondering that very thing. And it fucking hurt.

Alys came up and wrapped her arm around my waist, glaring at Brigid. In turn, Brigid looked as though she’d just had an epiphany, and I knew she was assuming that Alys and I were lesbians.

“It was good seeing you, Phil,” said Brigid in her Germanic accent.

Phil said nothing. He just kept staring at me.

Devon walked past him. “Good looking after the woman you give a shit about.”

Brigid followed, glancing back once more at Phil. She smiled and gave him a little wave.

Steve and Gordy looked to be in shock while Lili was ready to unleash something unholy.

I’d had enough. Grabbing a laundry bag, I exited the elevator lobby through the side door that led to a stairwell.

The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and I was surrounded by a hollow silence that echoed around my heart. Adrenaline coursed through me, giving me the strength to haul the bag of clothes. Making it up the first flight of twelve, I heard the heavy door crash open, bouncing off the wall as though it weren’t made of reinforced steel.

“Kenna!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted back, grunting and heaving harder, increasing my effort to escape.

Boot steps thundered up the stairs, echoing up the well. They were getting closer, and I was getting angrier. Phil grabbed the bag I had situated across my back and yanked, causing me to fall back into his arms with a bloodcurdling scream.

“What was that all about?” he hissed in my ear. “What the fuck did he mean, you’re his friend?”

Flailing wildly, I freed myself, landing on my feet. “You fucking prick! You let that bitch call me a yeti-woman beast! He was sticking up for me, which was what you should have done!”

“What is going on between you two?” he asked, his voice increasing in volume, his eyes flashing with fury. He completely ignored what I had just said.

“Nothing!” I yelled. “What’s going on with you now? Are you going to pitch a fit that your ex is with him every time you see them together? You do realize that she thinks you still have feelings for her, right?”

“I don’t,” he replied.

“Yeah? Well, it didn’t appear that way—not to Devon, not to my friends, and not to me.”

Jabbing a finger at my face, his own a complete mask of rage, he snarled, “Get your ass to the elevator on the next floor. I’ll meet you there. We’re going to continue this discussion in our room.” He turned to go back down the stairs to the elevator lobby.

I waited until I heard the door slam again and continued up the stairs. I didn’t stop for the elevator.

Fuck him! Who the fuck does he think he is? Like he can actually order me around like a servant. He’s got another thing coming, the douche!

By the time I made it to our floor, I was dragging ass.

Phil was waiting by the stairwell door, looking apoplectic. “Holy shit, woman—”

“Knock it off,” I grunted, following him to our suite.

Once inside, he tossed the heavy burlap bag full of clothes. Then, he took the one off me and hurled that one, too.

“What the fuck, Kenna? This isn’t some fuckin’ game!”

“I didn’t do anything!” I yelled back. “You were bashing his head into the wall! Was killing him your objective? And over Brigid?”

“He’s gone after two women I’ve been involved with!” he bellowed. “Are you so fuckin’ blind to see that I’m worried? Are you that fuckin’ jealous?”

“Jealous?” I screeched. “I’m not the one acting jealous here, Phil! You are!”

“I am!” he roared. “He called you his friend, which means there must be something going on between you two—”