“Can you do something for me?” he asks. “Sure.” “Do you think you can try to look at me as more than your best friend’s husband?” “What do you mean?” “We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. I’d like to think that I’m one of your best friends.” He swallows. “Not just someone you associate with because of Kourtney.” A small smile creeps onto my face. “Sure, boss man. I can do that.”
Crying
