He'd really gone and done it this time.

"Seriously, Martin?" had been the words out of Nick's mouth the second he had walked in the door. She had waved the magazine accusingly in front of his face, then shoved it at his chest, the force of the movement making no mistake of her mood over the publication she was referring to--more precisely, the picture currently gracing the front page of her boyfriend plus one with a Ballycastle chaser, looking a little more friendly than friends (especially friends she didn't even fucking know he had) should be. The headline, splashed across the page in bright yellow font, asked the same question that she was posing him now. "What in the hell is this about?"

Now, honestly, she didn't take a habit of believing everything she read. She'd had her own share of misconstrued stories in the tabloids, many of them posing, like this one, the possibility that she and Martin were over. But this one was different. This one she had known nothing about until some fan had come up to her that morning asking if it was true or not. This woman he was with was someone she didn't know, who she hadn't known her boyfriend knew, and---and it was all an enigma, and had caught her completely off guard, and Nick didn't like that at all.

"I'm going to give you ten seconds to explain before I kick you out the door," she threatened, already counting down in her head as she regarded him with arms across her chest.