Page 236 of Accidental Husband
His lips curl into a half-smile. "It's like you designed it just for me."
"It must be embarrassing, having the same taste as a twenty-two-year old."
"That's your wife."
I can't help but frown.
"You realize everyone heard that fight?" He moves into the kitchen. Checks the pantry for… something.
"Can I help you?"
"No, but I can help you." He pulls out a bag of coffee beans. Finds the grinder. The French press. The kettle. "Sit down."
"It's late for coffee."
"When's your appointment?"
"Nine a.m."
"You figure out what you're doing?" He arches a browwe both know you haven't. You're helpless. Honestly, I'm not sure why I try. You're just not there.
"She wants out."
He shakes his headGod, you're stupid. "Do you even look at her?"
"Of course, I look at her."
He motionssit. "At something besides her tits?"
"That's my wife you're talking about."
"Not with that attitude."
"Fuck off." I do sit. But not because he suggested it. Because the entire world is off its axis.
He shrugsyou're helplessthen he goes right back to fixing coffee, like it's an ordinary day.
"What the hell do you think you're doing giving me advice?"
"You want to tell me how fucked up my love life is?" he asks.
"It is."
He nodssure. "Yeah, she broke my heart. It hurt. Maybe I'm not interested in getting hurt again. But I know where I stand. Do you?"
"Yeah."
"Do you?"
"What the fuck does that mean?" I ask.
He shakes his headseriously, what the hell am I going to do with you?"You think this has anything to do with her ex?"
I shrug like it doesn't matter, even though it does.
"Seriously, Griff. You're better than this."
"Easy to say when you don't give a fuck about anyone."
