My eyes flick to his, my lips drawing into a tight line. “I’m fine. He came up behind me while I was doing my cooldown. I had my earbuds in and was stretching. Before I realized he was there, he’d already shut and locked the door. I didn’t think I’d be able to get around him, and he backed me up until I had nowhere to go but stand there and listen to every awful, vulgar question he had about our living arrangement.”
Beau grits his teeth and his fists clench. “It was bad, I take it?”
My jaw locks in place for a second before I huff out a breath. “I think my favorite one was when he asked how the three of you decide who gets which hole.”
He’s off that stool faster than I can process what’s happening. I follow, but I know there’s no stopping him. We run into Xander and Micah dragging Marshall’s sorry ass toward the front door.
The storm brewing on Beau’s face is something to be feared if your name is Marshall Vincent III. “Stop,” he commands. The guys pause right where they are, releasing their hold on the asshole. Beau leans down, gripping the front of his bloodied shirt, and gets right in Marshall’s face. “If you ever speak to her again, I will fucking end you.” And with that declaration, Beau slams his fist into Marshall’s nose and drops him to the floor. Whirling around, he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs and away from the chaos of Marshall screaming that his nose is broken.
Away from the guys hauling him out the front door.
Away from all the awful things that asshole said.
Until it’s just me and Beau.