“No,” he said, stabbing the cake. “Because watching you plan my demise is better than sex.”
Greg didn’t look up. “Hilarious. Did you remember to tip the valet?” adult comedy
Marjorie had been married to Greg for twenty-two years, which meant she had mastered the art of the silent bet. Tonight’s wager: how many minutes into their “romantic” Thursday dinner before he checked his fantasy football scores. “No,” he said, stabbing the cake
The waiter arrived with dessert. A single, luridly red velvet cake, shaped like a heart. Greg picked up his fork. “You know,” he said, finally smiling, “this is why I never had an affair.” ” he said
“Because I’m cheaper than a private investigator?”