Blake’s POV
I sat across from Ford at our usual table in the back corner of Marko’s. The restaurant was quiet at this hour, just how I preferred it. I’d been eager to escape the office after the tense conversation with Melissa and her passive-aggressive behavior. Ford had been all too happy to meet for lunch on short notice.
“So, what’s it like living with Medusa?” Ford asked, cutting into his steak. “The media is making it sound like something from a sci-fi movie.”
“It’s…” I paused, searching for the right words. “Weird and difficult.” Yeah, because all I wanted to do was f**k my wife… but I couldn’t and wouldn’t go down that path again.
Ford snorted. “When has anything involving Cassie ever been simple?”
I took a sip of my water, buying time. How could I explain that my wife seemed
