“I have the earthquake as an excuse,” he said. “Everyone needs a plumber after an earthquake. How was your day?”
I laughed. “You have no idea.” I started to tell him about Greg. And then I realized he wasn’t my goddamn girlfriend. He was my f*****g partner. My lover. I shouldn’t be telling him about my knight in shining armor. Or whatever Greg Douglas was.
“Did you like any of the women?” I asked.
I didn’t pay attention to where he was going or what he was doing. I only knew we weren’t stopping, which was good. If he saw a flashing light or a traffic slow-up, he made a U-turn or went down another street.
I enjoyed competent men.
“Sure,” he said. “They all seemed nice. I’ve never had trouble finding women, Brooke. I’m not looking for anyone else. I’m happy with you.”
I made a noise. “
