I look her in the eye and say the only word that feels right: “Alive.”
“You were in Paige’s office for a suspiciously long time.” Konstantin is lounging on my sofa, a computer open in his lap and that undying twinkle in his eye.
I drop my jacket on the back of my hair and fall into my chair. “I had to bring her up to speed with the company accounts.”
Usually, I’d try to come up with a more convincing lie, but I’m completely spent. My wife has a libido that’s dwarfing mine.
Konstantin snorts so loudly that he actually chokes a little. “I passed by Paige’s office earlier,” he says. “I wasn’t aware that ‘catching up on company accounts’ involved such heavy breathing and squeaking chairs.”
“You listened at the door?”
“I wasn’t trying to. But it was pretty obvious what was going on in the
