He hesitated.
“Maybe twice.”
I watched him.
Seven years with somebody teaches you things no shared password can.
I knew when Ethan was leaving out the part he hoped I wouldn’t ask about.
“I want Lauren’s number.”
His head snapped up.
“Why?”
“Because I want to hear the truth from someone who isn’t trying to control how I receive it.”
“Don’t drag Lauren into our marriage.”
I stared at him.
“Her daughter’s drawing was in your pocket. She is already involved.”
