“I thought I was your best friend—” “You’re my husband,” Jake shouts. “Fuck, is saying it in English not working? Tú eres mi esposo, loco.” “Oh, don’t go showing off your Spanish,” Caleb growls. Behind Jake, Ilmari raises a blond brow. “You speak Spanish?” Ilmari and I share a glance. Color me curious too. “I have a whole fucking college degree in Spanish,” Jake replies with a wave of his hand, not turning around.
