Hayden put his spoon down with a loud clank. “We could talk about what the fuck Shane sees in you.” “Hayden,” Jackie scolded. “Ah.” Ilya nodded sagely. “You are jealous.” “What? No!” Hayden sputtered. “I’m not jealous of you. I’m not—Shane, I love you. You know that. But I’m not—” He turned to Ilya, who was now thoroughly enjoying himself. “Jesus, my wife is right here, you fucking asshole. And you know that’s not what I meant.”
