“Tim.”
I knew that. Just want to hear him repeat it.
“Is she here?”
I nod, still holding up the door. Not budging. “Yup.”
Tim blinks at me, ears turning a delightful shade of red.
God, this is so fun!
“She’s . . . Is she busy?”
“On the phone with Lucy,” I say.
He clears his throat. “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.”
“Right. So what are you? Here to fix the sink?”
Ha. “That’s hilarious—I don’t know a goddamn thing about plumbing.” Not that kind of plumbing anyway ...
“Her new boyfriend?”
I let that hang a beat.
“Nope,” I say levelly. Calmly. “I’m her husband.”
“Her what?”
I have to give the guy credit—his eyes don’t bug out of his skull the way I was hoping they would.
He shakes his head, thinking surely he’d misheard me. “I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. I thought you said you were her husband.”
“I did.”
“You can’t be—she dumped me two weeks ago.”
Jackpot.I squint down at him. “How can you be her boyfriend if she dumped you two weeks ago?”
Tim’s eye twitches as he flounders for a response, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water. “W-we ... I thought she needed space.”
I smirk. “She neededsomething, all right.”
My big ol’ Scottish dick.
When his ears go redder, I resist the urge to fist pump. Score!
Then a feminine throat clears behind me and Annabelle steps up, nudging me aside so she can take my place in the doorway. “Tim, what are you doing here?”
He thrusts the coffee at her like it’s some sort of olive branch, eyeballing me the entire time. “I thought we could talk.”
“We already did,” she replies with a chill icy enough to have little Timmy Ding Dong stepping back, but she still takes his peace offering or whatever the fuck the coffee is meant to represent.
He snorts. “I didn’t think you’d rebound so fast.”
“She didn’t,” I cut in, smiling like a lion surrounded by his domain. “We eloped. That’s not a rebound, that’s a commitment.”
