Page 58 of Homewrecker

I looked down at my glass and Nash added, “And for the record, there are no trapdoors.”

The food came before I could respond. We ate and talked. He told me about Eli, his work, and how he loved old-school R&B and action movies.

I told him about my sister Klair, my business, and crazy stories about my clients. He laughed hard enough at one of my stories that I forgot to monitor his body language for a little while.

I was halfway through telling him about a client when he said, “You love your work.”

I paused. “I do.”

“It changes your face.”

“What?”

“You light up.”

I looked down.

He smiled. “There.”

“What?”

“You got uncomfortable.”

“You say that a lot.”

“You do it a lot.”

I leaned back. “You enjoy making people uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“Then why point it out?”

“Because sometimes people don’t realize when they’re leaving a moment.”

He took a drink, then added, “But I can stop.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Okay.”

Everything good felt dangerous when you no longer trusted yourself.

I studied him. “Why did your marriage end?”

“Communication.”

I snorted. “That’s the most psychologist answer possible.”

“It’s also true.”

“Everybody says communication.”

“Because people think talking and communicating are the same thing.”

I nodded slowly.

He leaned back. “We talked constantly.”