Jason looked up, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second before he stood, pulling Leslie with him. “You’re late,” he said, his tone sharp, as if I was the one in the wrong. “Leslie isn’t feeling well. We need to get her to a hospital, but the police won’t let us go until we’re bailed out.”
I stared at him. “Why are you even together in a hotel room?”
“That’s not what’s important right now,” Jason snapped. “Just pay the bail.”
I blinked, the reality of the situation clawing at my chest. Jason and Leslie. Together. Hickeys. Disheveled clothes. All I could ask was for how long? I didn’t even realize their betrayal until now.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could form the words, Jason reached into my purse and snatched my keys. “Go home alone. I need to bring her to the hospital.” He grabbed Leslie’s hand and led her out of the station, leaving me standing there, stunned.
“Jason!” I called after him, but he didn’t even look back.
The officer at the counter raised an eyebrow as I handed over the cash. “Was that your husband?” he asked.
“No,” I said flatly, my voice colder than I intended.