“Don’t presume you know anything, because you don’t. You don’t know anything about me, or Vanessa. And if she is pregnant, don’t make that fucking face unless you’re ready for the consequences.” Uh . . . he’d said the F-word, hadn’t he? I hadn’t been imagining it? “She’s my wife, and all she’s ever done was watch out for me. Don’t go there, Trevor. You don’t want to go there, understand me?” I was so freaking making him dinner. Maybe even lunch too.
