“Scandaleux!”
“Scandaleux?” I echo in a piss poor attempt at a French accent. “What does that mean?”
I think I can guess.
And who the fuck is this guy?
Clearly Connor knows who he is but I’m still clueless.
Is he the cleaning guy?
Nah, too well dressed for that.
Does he own this building?
I suppose it’s a possibility…
Connor’s giggling at the guy as if he’s known him forever, which only adds to my growing list of questions.
“Right?” Connor giggles, showing him another photo in his hand. “Look at this one! They even kissed!”
Antoni pretends to vomit, which only irritates me more. “Okay, do I need to remind you that I’m standing right here?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest protectively. “Can we please dial back the crazy vibes for just a second? Connor, buddy, you want to tell me who this guy is?”
“Excusez-Moi! I’m Antoni. The husband,” the man says to me with a cocky wag of his brow as he offers me his hand.
Husband?
What the fuck?
“Wait. You speak English? Husband?” I push my hand through my hair, trying to think fast. “Harper has a husband? She’s…married?”
What the hell is happening here?
She said she wasn’t married.
When did this happen?
And for how long?
Antoni chuckles as I shake his hand. “Only to her work, honey.”
I don’t even get to ask what he means by that before Harper walks through the door. “Holy balls that was one heck of a traffic jam.”
“Hi, Mom!”
“Hey Bud!” Harper says, smiling at Connor. She then turns to me and Antoni, our hands still shaking. “Oh, good, you two have met.”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “Antoni here tells me he’s your husband.”
Harper stops and gives Antoni an incredulous glance that he shrugs off with a laugh. “Work husband,” she explains. “Harrison, this is Antoni Barry, the man I refer to as my work husband because we’ve worked for the same agency for so long we’ve become best friends.”
“Work husband,” I repeat, glancing between them, my jealousy calming though not quite dissipating.
“We’re also neighbors,” Antoni tells me, gesturing to the door. “I live next door so I’m here a lot and help out with Connor from time to time. The kid loves to kick my ass at Mario Kart.”
Connor laughs. “He’s right about that. Want to play a round?”
Antoni lifts his finger. “I’ve got time for one round…as long as it’s not Rainbow Road.”
