Craig shook his head. “I knew about that already. You’re not still sleeping with her are you?”
“I amnotsleeping with your wife, mate. I swear it,” I told him, though I kept a distance between us. I didn’t want him to deck me again. Craig had a hell of a right hook.
“I believe you,” Craig said, shocking the hell out of me. He continued to look at his wife. His expression was a mixture of anger, sadness, and resignation. Because I could tell he knew exactly what his wife was up to all along.
He wasn’t an idiot.
But he loved her.
So maybe that made him something worse.
Marla was finally dressed and trying to talk to Craig. “Baby, please, let’s go home and talk about this.”
“I have nothing to talk about with you. I think things are perfectly clear. I heard the whispers. The way people talk behind my back.” Craig looked at both Alan and me and I felt a deep sense of shame. “Just leave. I fucking loved you, Marla. I gave you everything I had. Now I don’t want to even look at you.”
“Craig—”
“Go!” he shouted and Marla hurried from the room.
“I’ll make sure she leaves. And I’m kicking out everyone else,” Anna muttered, following Marla’s retreating back.
“I’ll help you,” Alan called out, leaving Craig and I alone.
“You’ve got a mean jab, Craig,” I said, rubbing my jaw.
Craig shook his head, sitting down heavily on the bed. “I’m such an idiot. I knew she was sleeping around. But I loved her, so I pretended that it wasn’t happening.”
I sat down beside him. “She doesn’t deserve you.”
Craig snorted. “You should have told me that years ago, mate.”
“Hey I tried to if you remember,” I pointed out; relieved he was taking the whole thing a lot better than I would have.
Craig laughed without humor. “Yeah, you did. Sorry I didn’t listen.”
“What are you going to do about her then?”
Craig shrugged. “Who the hell knows.” He looked at me. “You smell like a brewery. How much have you had to drink?”
“Uh…”
“If you can’t remember, it’s time to go on the wagon.”
“I know. I’m a fucking mess.” I hung my head. Tonight, I didn’t feel anything but empty.
“And what about Morgan? Have you spoken to her?”
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m an arsehole,” I admitted.
Craig and I didn’t say anything for a while.
“Morgan’s a good girl,” Craig said.
“She is. The best,” I agreed, my heart wanting what it couldn’t have.
