My phone vibrated in my pocket, breaking the quiet between us. I glanced at the screen and answered, only to hear Ashton's voice come through sharp and cold.
"Scarlett!"
I could tell from the tone alone—he had just come out of the ER, and his mood was far from calm. "Yes," I replied evenly. Nick noticed I was on a call and stood up without a word, moving to get drinks and give me space.
"What are you doing?" Ashton asked, his voice tight with control and irritation.
"I'm having barbecue," I said plainly, keeping my eyes on the food in front of me while managing the call.
A short, cutting response came back. "Enjoying barbecue while your husband is still in the hospital? You really are something."
I pressed my lips together, my tone steady but cool. "Since you still have the energy to be angry, I assume you're fine."
If he had the strength to argue, then his condition couldn't be that serious.
