He shrugs a shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m thirty-five. I’ve come to terms with it.” “Thirty-five?” “I feel like you just added old jokes to your plan of attack. Did you not read the marriage license?” Clearly not. Fuck my life. I must seem like a colossal idiot to this man. “I think I blacked out.” I palm my forehead. My throat is thick with emotion. But my brain? My brain is fogged with embarrassment. I’ve been toeing the line of flirting with a man who is only here for Milo. He flies back and forth for Milo. He married me for Milo.
