Chapter 8Pax
Pax felt as if someone whacked him with a frying pan. Took a second to pull in enough breath to speak. Then when he did, what came out was, “You’re married?” He was a little bit loud; heads turned.
Mars winced. “It’s not, we’re not, I mean we are, but it’s not that kind of marriage.”
“The f**k does that mean?!”
Now Laurie winced too. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything here and now. Pax.” She reached across the table and gripped his wrist. “You ever hear of a green card marriage?” Obviously he had, but how was that relevant? Pax frowned at her. She squeezed his wrist. “It’s a mortgage marriage. We had a minute where buying a house was possible, but not for either of us by ourselves. As a couple, we qualified.”
“You had to be married?” Why was that word tripping
