Bree’s POV
“You’re a virtuous wife, never have you f****d the neighborhood’s sexy plumber.” I straighten the hem of my neatly ironed check jacket. “What happened that night was that I walked into a plumbing session. He was only fixing your bad pipes. Pretty bad pipes.”
I finish my speech and stand upright like a witness swearing an oath in the courtroom.
Caroline, on the other hand, just stares at me, contemplating whether to kick me out or let me keep ranting. But if I'm to choose, I’d be out on the street in five seconds.
I flash my sweet, homely smile. It always works. It should work… Excelt that Caroline needs a double dose and my jaw is frying.
Oddly, she burst into laughter, so loud and deep that she starts choking on it. “You’re a freaking…” She coughs and slams her palm to
