Lover by Design
“And I mean it every time. Cross-reference the wives’ foundations.”
“Already am.”
“I know. I can hear you being smug about it.”
They still weren’t looking at each other. Celeste caught my eye across the table and lifted one eyebrow a precise, unhurried millimetre. I pretended not to understand her. She knew I was pretending.
Celeste, being incapable of ignoring an audience, picked another one. She scrolled to the most recent post from the first couple, dated two days ago, geotagged and gleaming.
A terrace. Blue water. Too much sun.