“I gave you up for them,” he rumbled quietly.
Crap. He went there. “You did the right thing.”
“Did I? Knowing what I know now…”
“But you didn’t know.”
“Yeah. Crazy isn’t it?”
“We were cheating too, Superman. Don’t try to whitewash it now.”
His cell phone rang. Fishing it out of the pocket of his jeans he looked down at it. “It’s the home phone. I have to take this.”
“I’ll go inside and give you some privacy.”
Lela puttered around the kitchen and tried not to eavesdrop, but his voice was loud and angry. She’d never heard him like this before. The front door opened and slammed shut, making her jump and whoop in surprise.
“Sorry.” He stomped into the kitchen and set his empty wine glass near the sink.
“It’s okay. I scare easy.” She smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. “Are you okay?
