Taking It All(34)

But as soon as Kylie returned from the bathroom after taking the towel   from her hair and combing it out she saw that Chessy was already passed   out on the bed, her expression one of sorrow.

Kylie's heart clenched. She knew all too well how much love had the   power to hurt but also to heal. The question was, which would it do for   Tate and Chessy?





TWENTY


KYLIE wrapped her hands around the mug of coffee as she stood in   Jensen's kitchen. Though Chessy had slept fitfully, Kylie had barely   slept at all. She'd lain awake, worried and heartbroken for her friend.

Jensen walked up behind her and wrapped both arms around her body, pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled one ear.

"How did Chessy sleep?" he asked, concern edging his voice.

Kylie sighed. "A lot better than I did."

She set the mug on the bar and then swiveled in Jensen's embrace,   wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She rested her cheek against his   chest and sighed.

"What are we going to do, Jensen? This has devastated Chessy. She was so   full of hope and optimism after their disastrous anniversary night  that  Tate finally saw how unhappy she was and he vowed to make amends.  And  yet at the very first opportunity he allowed business to  interfere?"

"He didn't just allow it to interfere," Jensen said darkly. "He put   Chessy in harm's way over a fucking business call. He should have left   the damn phone at home and devoted one hundred percent of his attention   and energy on his wife. I know you have fears over Joss's and Chessy's   lifestyle choices, but honey trust me, what happened last night is  never  supposed to happen. I would have said that Dash and Tate would  cut off  their right arms before ever allowing their wives to come to  harm, but I  don't even know what to say regarding Tate's actions. I  have no idea  what he was thinking. But what he did is unforgivable, and  you need to  prepare yourself for the possibility that this is truly  the last straw  for Chessy. She's going to need you and Joss more than  ever. I'm proud  of her for standing up for herself. It took a lot of  courage to tell  Tate she was leaving."

"I know," Kylie said sadly, her heart aching for her friend. "Chessy is   such a good person, Jensen. She doesn't deserve this. She's so generous   and sweet. She has a heart of gold but she hasn't been truly happy in a   long time. I wish I could say that I hadn't seen this coming, but Joss   and I have honestly been expecting this, though we never imagined it   going down like it did because, like you, I would have never imagined   Tate allowing anything to hurt Chessy. No matter how far he has his head   stuck up his ass, I never truly thought he would allow harm to come to   her. I hate him for that," she said, anger bubbling up in her chest.                       
       
           



       

Jensen squeezed her more tightly against him and brushed a kiss over her   hair. "I'm not a fan at the moment either. I'd like to beat his ass  for  what he did."

"I'd like to watch," Kylie muttered. "Maybe you could hold him down while I kick him in the balls."

Jensen chuckled. "I love when you get all ferocious. It's very sexy."

She grinned up at him. "I love you."

He looked inordinately pleased by her declaration. His features softened   in answering love and he kissed her, long and sweet. "I love you too,"   he said, his voice thick with emotion.

A noise from the entrance to the kitchen had Kylie whirling around to   see Chessy standing there watching Kylie and Jensen kissing. She looked   as though she'd been slapped, her eyes drenched with sadness.

"Sorry to interrupt," Chessy said in a low voice.

"Not at all," Jensen said in an easy tone, allowing Kylie to slide from his grasp. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Come sit down and let me fix you a cup of coffee," Kylie urged, going   over to where Chessy stood and ushering her back to the bar.

"I feel  …  numb," Chessy said in a confused voice. "Like it really hasn't   sunk in. I woke up and thought I was at home and I automatically   reached for Tate."

"That's understandable," Kylie soothed.

Kylie set a steaming mug of coffee in front of Chessy but all she did   was wrap her hands around the cup as though trying to infuse some of the   warmth into her body.

"What time is it anyway?" Chessy asked wearily.

"It's almost ten," Jensen supplied. "Kylie is going to go call Joss and   then we'll head over to your house so you can get what you need."

Chessy nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "What am I going to do? I was   completely dependent on Tate. It was what he wanted. He never wanted  me  to work. He insisted that he take care of me financially. And what  did  that get me? Now I have no husband, no house, no money." She buried  her  face in her hands, her shoulders heaving.

Kylie sent Jensen an anxious look, unsure of what to do to comfort her   friend. Jensen merely shook his head and put a finger to his lips.

Jensen moved in close to Kylie and whispered near to her ear so Chessy didn't hear.

"Just give her time. She's going to be upset for a few days. Just be   there for her and let her cry on your shoulder. Then we'll figure out   what she's going to do. If she and Tate divorce, she gets half of   everything so she'll be financially secure."

Kylie flinched. Chessy and Tate divorced? Yes, she'd certainly known   that there were problems in the marriage, but she honestly hadn't   considered things would go this far. That Chessy would be sitting at her   kitchen table crying her eyes out because she'd walked out on Tate.

"I'm going to go call Joss, hon," Kylie said to Chessy. "Why don't you jump in the shower? It'll make you feel better."

Chessy sighed but nodded and shuffled back toward the guest bathroom.   Kylie waited until she was certain Chessy was in the shower before   dialing Joss's number.

As expected, Joss didn't take the news well at all. Kylie winced at the   expletives that filled her ear. If Joss was swearing like a sailor then   it really was bad.

"I can't believe he let that happen," Joss raged. "Dash will kill him."

"He'll have to wait in line behind Jensen," Kylie said dryly.

"Poor Chessy," Joss said, tears evident in her voice. "What are we going to do, Kylie?"

"Well, the first thing is that Jensen and I are going to take her by her   house after she gets out of the shower so she can properly pack what   she needs. After that? She'll stay here. I'll sit on her if I have to."

"Should I come over too?" Joss asked. "I can meet y'all there."

"I think it would be best for Chessy if you came over here, after she's   packed. It's going to be an ordeal for her and she'll need to be   surrounded by friends. How about I text you when we're leaving her house   and you can meet us here."

"That sounds good," Joss replied. "I can't believe this, Kylie. I just can't believe he let this happen."

"Neither can I," Kylie said softly.





TWENTY-ONE


CHESSY tensed when Jensen pulled into her and Tate's neighborhood. Her   fingers curled into tight fists and she fought the surge of tears that   welled in her eyes. Kylie turned to look at Chessy over her shoulder,   her eyes brimming with sympathy.                       
       
           



       

"You'll get through this, Chessy. Jensen, Joss, Dash and I will be here for you."

"I know," Chessy said.

"Shit," Jensen muttered when he made the turn into Chessy's drive.

Chessy looked and her heart plummeted when she saw Tate's car parked outside the garage. What was he doing home? Why?

"What should we do, Jensen?" Kylie asked anxiously.

Jensen put the car in park and turned to look at Chessy. "It's up to   you, honey. Kylie and I will go in with you, but if you'd rather come   back when he isn't here I'll be happy to bring you another time."

Chessy squared her shoulders resolutely and spoke with calm she didn't   quite feel. "No. I'll do it now. I have to face him sometime. I won't   let him make me afraid to walk into my own house."

"Okay then, let's do it," Jensen said, opening his door.

Chessy climbed from the backseat and started toward the door on wobbly   legs. Before she was halfway up the walk, the front door flew open and   Tate filled the doorway, his appearance haggard and unkempt. As if he   hadn't slept at all the night before. Relief poured from his face.