“Relax,” he cut in. “She’s off today. Had some stuff to do with her kids.”
“Oh, she got kids?”
“Yep. And a husband.”
My head snapped back. “Wait. Are you telling me you’re a homewrecker?”
“Trust me,” he said calmly, “that shit was wrecked long before I showed up.”
“Ocean…”
“What? It ain’t my job to be loyal to another man.”
“But marriage is sacred,” I argued. “They took vows before God.”
“And what that got to do with me?” He shrugged. “I didn’t.”
I tilted my head, something in my gut telling me there was more.
“So what if he found out you were sleeping with his wife?” I asked.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Then I’d handle it.”
“But you’d be in the wrong. You were fucking his wife.”
“Was,” he corrected smoothly. “Iwasfucking his wife. Now I’m fucking you.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Wow, Ocean. I never pictured you messing with a married woman,” I said. “What if the shoe was on the other foot?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if we were married and that man was?—”
“Don’t finish that,” he snapped.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re putting a death sentence on somebody’s head.”
“So you’d kill the man I cheated with?”
“Skye, why you playing with me like this? You planning on cheating?”
“No.”
“Then dead it!”
I jumped.
“Fine. I’m done.”
“Thank you.”
“But for the record, you were wrong as hell.”
“Noted.”
