Chapter 43

The bathroom door swung open, and steam rolled out of it. Zachary stepped out with half-dried hair. He was fastening his shirt from the bottom up as he walked. "Jules, your—" The kiss Asher was about to place froze midair. His gaze locked onto his half-dressed best friend. His eyes widened. For a split second, his mind went blank. The hand he had around Juliet's waist tightened abruptly. The strength made her wince. "Zach?" he said through clenched teeth. "What are you doing here?" He was taking a shower at his hour in his wife's apartment, no less. Zachary paused, then casually wiped a bead of water from his jaw. His movements were unbothered. "It's just you, Ash." He sounded natural, almost as if this were his place and Asher was the intruder. Juliet felt the tremble in Asher's grip. She knew it was a sign that he was about to explode. She hurriedly pushed him away and took a step back. "The pipes burst," she said, pointing toward the mess in the kitchen. "There was water