“Have you…”
“None of your business, man.”
He huffed. “You just answered my question.”
“Hey, I don’t ask what you and your wife do.”
“My wife and I are married.”
“Okay. Play that card if you want to, but I’m willing to bet you were engaging in stuff well before your marriage.” I could have thrown in his membership at the BDSM club for good measure. You didn’t go to a club like that to be celibate. But I kept my mouth shut.
He said nothing, just gave me a “fuck you” look.
I’d seen that look before. I was actually happy to see it now. It meant he was cooling down.
“It’s the real thing, Joe.”
“You know she decided to go to Paris?”
I nodded. “I actually want her to go.”
“You do?”
“She’ll be safe there. We’ll hire a bodyguard, just in case.”
“I was going to anyway.”
“I figured you were.”
“She won’t want to go now. You know that, right? She’ll
want to stay with you and help you.”
“I know. I’m going to insist. She’s going if I have to carry her onto the plane and buckle her in myself.”
That got a laugh out of him. “I see you don’t know her that well yet.”
I returned his smile. “Actually, I do.”
“Then you know she’s not going anywhere. At least not now.”
I sighed. What could I say? He was right. And though I wanted more than anything for Marjorie to be half a world away where she’d be safe, I couldn’t bring myself to be unhappy that she wasn’t going.
“There’s one more thing,” I said.
“What?”
“I found some encrypted emails on our account. In the trash.”
“What?” Joe hurriedly fumbled with his phone.
“Have you been contacting the Spider without telling me?”
“Hell, no!” He pulled up the account. “Shit, I don’t know—”
Joe’s phone dinged with a text. He raised his brows when he looked at the screen.
“What?” I asked.