"Me? What would I know anyway?"
"About Wyatt and me," I said.
She laughed again. Then she stopped abruptly and pressed her lips together.
"Yeah. I know."
"That's weird. Did he tell you? He doesn't tell anyone."
She shook her head.
"No. But he's been in a terrible mood since this whole thing started. And it's only getting worse. He won't shut up about you being boneheaded, and about going on about Zach staying with you. Something about your house being too small to fit two people. He's not been normal and it's not that hard to put two and two together."
I sighed and nodded.
"Do me a favor," I said. "Don't tell him you know. If you think he's being weird now, wait 'til you see how he gets when peoplestart suspecting. He's very insecure about the whole thing, so just—keep quiet."
She put two fingers to her mouth and pretended to zip it with an uncharacteristic somberness.
"I can't believe it. A fifty-eight-year-old man who can't accept himself."
I shrugged.
"Why do you think our relationship ended?"
Autumn blinked.
"Relationship? I thought you guys had hooked up or something."
I frowned.
Had I revealed more than I should have?
"Forget I said anything."
"Don't worry. I won't poke further. The less I know, the less chance of screwing it up and letting something spill.” She clasped her hands, and looked around. “Right. Text me when the pies are done and I'll come around. And if you get too busy to bake, that's fine too. Just...have fun."
Zach rolled his eyes and grabbed Autumn's cup from her hands.
"Okay byeeee," he hummed and walked her to the door, guiding her by the shoulders. When he returned he was pouting.
I grimaced.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I said.
"Idid. I came over you."
"You sure did," I smirked.
"Did you have to specify who's dicking who?" he asked and I wasn't sure if he was upset or not, so I put my coffee down and took him in my arms.
"I'm really sorry. I really don't know what came over me. I think because it's been so long since I've been with someone, I couldn't contain myself. Or how happy you make me."
I slid my hands down to the small of his back and pressed him to me.
"I make you happy?" he asked, his voice lilting a little higher than usual.
"So happy. I'm so glad I pulled my head out of my ass and let you love me. Or fuck me or whatever." I sighed.
