Henry Cooper froze on the spot, his eyes nearly popped out.
“Wha-what? She’s your what?! I thought you were married. Don’t tell me… she’s your wife?!”
Ronald Wright didn’t even blink. Henry seemed to catch on to something, gulped nervously, and forced out an awkward laugh.
“Oh no… Mrs. Wright! My bad, seriously! I had no idea, just messing around earlier. I swear, I didn’t mean anything bad. You’ve got amazing taste, Mr. Wright, she’s really something. I was just—”
Ronald shot him a cold glance. That shut Henry right up. He zipped his lips with an imaginary zipper across his mouth—his round, chubby fingers made it look kind of funny.
I stood there with a raised brow, watching Ronald and Henry yakking about something. Henry’s face was flipping colors like a traffic light—gr
