“Are you sleeping with her? You’d better stay out of her pants, or Maren and I will fight over who’s going to kill you. It’s a rule. A hard line that can’t be crossed.” I keep my head bowed to my phone. “Why would you ask me that?” “Because she’s been cordial to you—dare I say flat-out thoughtful? If you’re not giving her regular orgasms, then it makes no sense.” “Sometimes I do push-ups in the kitchen and let her watch.” “You’re an idiot.” Will laughs.
