Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(133)

“Sure,” I answer as I sit at one of the tables just as the guys filter into the back. Winnie is attached to Pacey, which I half expected. And then Rivers walks in with Ross right by him.

Fuck.

I haven’t seen Ross since the article’s release, which is one reason I avoided going out. I didn’t want to see him, especially since Ross and Ian are getting pretty serious now.

I turn away from him, hoping he doesn’t approach me, given the awkward elephant in the room. And what is he going to do when he goes back home? Is he going to report to Ollie about what state I’m in? Does she even care?

Probably not.

If she was willing to throw me under the bus, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t care about me at all.

And that’s what fucking stings the most. Is that I’m lying awake at all hours of the night, devastated over losing her, over her fucking me over, and she’s probably fine. Living her best life under Roberts’s command.

Christ, what the hell was I thinking, coming to this?

Really bad idea.

I need to leave.

I move off my stool and turn around just as I come face-to-face with Ross.

Of fucking course.

“Silas,” he says.

“Ross,” I reply. Rivers is only a few steps away, his eyes on us. I’m sure ready to pounce on me if I disrespect his man.

“Can I speak with you?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I want to do that,” I answer. “I was actually just on my way out.”

I slide to the side, but Ross slides in front of me. The balls on this guy because I have about forty pounds of muscle on him.

Rivers comes up behind him, equal height as me, and says, “Listen to him.”

Now, I could take Rivers. We might be almost evenly matched, but my pent-up anger will win out. But nothing screams low team morale than getting into a fight with one of your own, so I reluctantly sit back down while Ross takes a seat next to me.

“Thank you,” Ross says just as Posey drops my drink off in front of me. Rivers must tell him to leave us alone because it’s just me and Ross, probably one of the last people I want to talk to. “First of all, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get you back together with Ollie. She’s moved on, but I think she deserves her truth to be told to you.”

She’s moved on?

Like . . . with another man?

It’s two stupid words—moved on—but because I still have these crazy feelings for her, it cuts me deep.

“Ollie was telling the truth. She had nothing to do with your private information going in the article. It was Candace. She edited the article, had the information about you, and slipped it in.”

“How would Candace know about that?” I ask. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Ollie and I were having lunch at the union one day. She was gushing about you, how you’ve made her feel special again and given her confidence.” My gut churns again. “And she was rambling of course and started to say how she’s helped you ever since you were cheated on, but she never got the full sentence out before she stopped herself and started to freak out. I guessed what she was saying, and she begged me not to say anything. I, of course, would take that to my grave not only to protect you but to protect my girl who was so distraught. Unfortunately, Candace was sitting right behind us and heard.”

My body starts to tingle with dread as I try to comprehend what he’s saying. “But . . . but she said it,” I say, grappling for anything.

“And regretted it the minute it came off her lips. She wasn’t gossiping, she was talking about how happy she was, and it just slipped.” Ross’s jaw grows tight. “And the fact that you didn’t give her a chance to explain that really pisses me off.”

I don’t say anything because frankly, I don’t know what to say.

“Ollie is the most loyal person I’ve ever met, so loyal that she confronted Roberts and quit on the spot when she found out the truth. She ended up losing credit for her internship, was kicked out of journalism school, and lost her scholarship for housing . . . because of you. Because of protecting you. She fucking loved you so much, and you couldn’t even let her explain.”

Ross shakes his head and gets up from the table.

“I understand you’re hurt, Silas. I’ve been in your position before on many occasions. But the difference between you and me is that I’ve learned who to trust and who not to trust. And I can assure you, Ollie Owens is a person you can trust. She’s not a person you throw away.”

Rivers comes up behind him and possessively grips the back of Ross’s neck. “She lost everything, Silas. Every fucking thing she cared about. Could you imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t lost you as well in all of this? She probably wouldn’t have had to leave. Although, maybe moving on is the best thing for her.”

He starts to walk away, but I stop him, standing as well. “What do you mean she’s moved on?”

“Afraid she found someone else?” Ross taunts. “It would serve you right. If you truly loved her, Silas, you would have listened to her and then made your decision, but you didn’t give her that chance. Shame on you. You don’t deserve to know what she’s doing now.”

And with that, he moves away, Ian at his side.

I back up and slowly sit down on the stool behind me, my mind whirling.