months with an attractive coworker?"
"I'm not living with Susan."
"Wonderful. She's only going to be down the hall."
Nathan opened his mouth.
Before he could answer, his phone lit up on the table.
Susan Parker.
I stared at him.
"Great timing."
"Natalie, don't—"
But the message preview was already visible.
I read the first sentence.
Then I slowly looked back at Nathan.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me about this either?!"
My husband invited his boss over for dinner without asking me — halfway through the meal, his boss looked at me and said, "Wait... you don't know yet
