“Yep.” He slaps both his thighs as he slowly bends forward and stands. “That explains it.” “Explains what?” “I’m fake married to a Capricorn. It’s my own fault, really. I made this bed of thorns, and now I’m gonna lie in it.” Virgos and Capricorns? I understand now. In my tired state, it took me a moment to translate it in my head. “You believe in the zodiac?” “And you don’t, right? Typical Cappy.”
