Page 57 of Homewrecker

“You can ask.”

I hated how calm he was.

“Ask what?”

“Whatever you’re trying not to ask.”

“I’m not trying not to ask anything.”

His mouth twitched. “That was a very complicated sentence.”

I took a sip of wine. “Fine. Are y’all good?”

“Me and my ex?”

“Yes.”

“We co-parent well.”

I lowered my glass. “Meaning?”

“Meaning we can be in the same room without anybody throwing hands.”

“That’s a low expectation.”

“Divorce lowers your expectations.”

I laughed. “How often do y’all talk?”

“Almost every day because of Eli.”

“Any unresolved feelings?”

“No.”

“Any chance y’all get back together?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Like final-final?”

He stared at me and I stared back. Then he laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“You’re checking for trapdoors.”

My smile disappeared. “I just like clarity.”

“I understand.”