“Not true. Derek fell in love with Claire, and she was just someone he met in the grocery store.”
“Yes, but then they went on that crazy adventure together. Hell, they jumped off a building!”
Okay, that was true.
“Storm and Jessica.”
“Haunted house,” she countered.
I grit my teeth in irritation. “Burg and Emma.”
“Fine, I’ll give you that one, but still, she had cancer. Extreme circumstances.”
Man, this was really difficult. I ran through all the couples in my head, desperately searching for one of them. There had to be someone who was just a normal, ordinary couple.
And then it hit me.
“Gabe and Isa.”
She thought it over and nodded. “True.”
“Ha! Gotcha!”
“Right, but then her daughter wanted to become an assassin like Knight, so probably not the best example of a normal family.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I snapped, even though it really did.
None of us were normal, and it was glaringly obvious that we were the problem in all of this. I would never find another woman like Krista, not when she had her shot at any man she wanted, but I was limited to those who would put up with crazy children, confinement standards, and the one creepy possibility of making money selling dildos with the other women in their online shop.
I really hoped none of them had told her about that.
“Look, if you want her, you have to go get her.”
“That’s not a possibility. She’s gone by choice. It’s not like I pulled out a gun and forced her to leave.”
“No, but you didn’t actually put up a good argument. Hell, if I were you, I’d be out there in a heartbeat after I saw the man who’s been walking in and out of her house all week,” she smirked.
I nearly fell out of my chair at her words. “The what?”
She cocked her head at me, a smile playing on her lips. “Oh, you didn’t know about that?”
“What are you talking about?” I growled as my anger spiked.
She pulled up some footage from God knows where, showing the outside of Krista’s house. And right there, walking in and out as if he owned the joint, was a tall, burly fucker.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I sneered.
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. You don’t even know him.”
I shoved my seat back, my fists clenching at my sides as I paced like a caged animal. “Who the hell does she think she is?”
“Um…probably a single woman.”
“With that fucker? I mean…who is he?”
“I could always track down his information if you’d like.”
No. No, I would not do that. I didn’t care who he was, and it didn’t matter. We were only married in name.