“It’s done,” Dean tells me, “Empty.” “Good. Let’s see how she survives without my money now.” “Don’t you think that’s maybe a little bit too far?” Killian advises. Probably. “She’s my wife, what’s hers is mine and what’s mine is hers.” I see their glances at each other, silently agreeing that I’m a prick right now for doing what I just did, but I am already looking forward to the fiery argument to come from her. I just know it’ll be damn explosive.
Explosive is going to be an understatement.
