“Oh! Speaking of which, I heard you’ve got a pretty wife locked up here somewhere,” Jen says.
Her tone is nonchalant, but I don’t miss the way her fingers clench tight until the whites of her knuckles show through.
“She’s not locked up anymore,” I say. “I gave her freedom of the house, which of course she’s already abusing.”
“Freedom of the house?” Jennifer gasps in alarm. “You mean, I could have run into her out there?”
“Christ. I didn’t expect her to be roaming the halls so soon.”
“What’s the matter?” I prod. “Not interested in a reunion?”
She glares at me. “I’m not staying long. I just wanted a chance to get dressed up.”
“I’m flattered,” I say. “Does this bring us to the reason you’re here in the first place?”
She nods and her smirk flattens out. “You’re not going to like it.”
