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head. “And I thought my ex-husband was bad.”
    I snorted. “Maybe we could compare notes about the shittiness of our spouses.”
    “He’s not my spouse anymore. You’re fucked, I’m not.”
    Ain’t that the truth?
    “We have a poll going to see when he breaks it off with her,” Casten said, getting up and walking to the board at the back of the room and pulling it to the table.
    I rolled my eyes at the men’s guesses that were written down on the huge dry erase board that they’d bought specifically for my viewing pleasure.
    Griffin’s guess of a month had already passed seeing as we’d been married for six now.
    The rest of the guesses spanned from an eight-month time period to two years.
    And the way I left it with Jennifer tonight, I doubted that I’d be seeing eight months.
    I’d gotten home from work early for once, but only because I’d needed to change my clothes before I went to the clubhouse.
    And I’d found Jennifer on the couch talking to someone.
    She’d freaked when I’d shown up, immediately hanging up the phone and looking at me like she’d seen a ghost.
    I had a feeling if I took her phone away from her, I’d have seen a man on the receiving end of Jennifer’s call.
    Something I planned on researching tomorrow.
    But that wasn’t even the biggest problem.
    Once Jennifer realized I was going out without her, she’d threatened to leave.
    When I’d left anyway, I’d seen her staring at me like I’d committed a sin right in front of God himself.
    “Can I get in on that?” Annie asked, tossing me a wink over her shoulder.
    I wanted to wrap her up in my arms.
    Instead, I shook my head and stared at the board as Ridley wrote down Annie’s guess.
    Seven months.
    And for some reason, I had a feeling that she was about to pull out all the stops when it came to us.
    And I was about to have a hell of a time resisting her.
    Because when it came to Annie, I had no resistance.
    The only thing keeping me from taking her as my own was Annie not pursuing me .
    If she started to do that, then I’d be well and truly fucked.
    Figuratively and literally.
    The real test would be whether she acted like she was doing now when she didn’t have two beers in her…and I found that I rather liked thinking about her pursuing me.
    But that didn’t negate the fact that I still had a wife.

Chapter 4
    It’s a proven fact that bearded men give better oral sex. Ten out of ten women agree.
    -Annie’s secret thoughts
    Mig
    The next morning turned out to be an exercise in patience.
    “I’m not going to be there today. I have some papers to file,” I told Griffin.
    “Fine with me. But I’m not your boss. Why are you calling me?” Griffin asked. “And what kind of papers are you filing?”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “I’m calling you because I’m supposed to meet you in half an hour at the office to discuss the case. But I can’t make it there until after lunch, if at all. I have some digging to do…then I’m going to need to go to the courthouse,” I answered dryly.
    “You’re divorcing her, aren’t you? ” Griffin asked , relief evident in his voice. “Thank fuckin’ Christ.”
    “I’ll catch up with you later in the afternoon,” I said, hanging up without giving an answer.
    I was at my house, sans my wife.
    My wife had woken up at six in the morning and had left before I’d gotten back from my morning run.
    Granted, I didn’t much care when she left.
    But today I’d intended to follow her to see if she was actually going to work.
    It was Sunday, after all.
    Most people didn’t go to the office, where they were a receptionist, on Sundays.
    And even if they did, perchance, have to go into work on a Sunday, it wouldn’t be at a little past six thirty in the morning.
    I usually ran for an hour, and I’d left the house at five twenty.
    I arrived home at six twenty to an empty house, pissed off that I’d decided to run early instead of later in the day like I’d told myself to do just because