Chapter 36

MAY. "What's up?" Ginny asks, watching me keenly as I sort the drinks aggressively. "Breakfast in bed went wrong?" I cut her a scathing look. "I'm not in the mood." She rolls her eyes. "When have you ever been in the mood? Could've sworn getting married was the best decision you made, but you've been crankier than normal." I drop the glass cup hard on the table and the customer; a man in his early fifties with dreamy amber eyes and a clay red suit, flinches. "Sorry," I whisper, letting Ginny take the bottle and glass from me instead. After handing him his glass, she turns to me. "What's happening now? What did he do?" "Handed me a freakin' agreement. Said I couldn't touch him, or him me. Separate rooms and accounts and even talked about divorce." Ginny's lips part. "No way he did that. That's hella shitty. He just upped and gave you the agreement without a prior argument?" I sigh and tell her everything that happened the day before, deliberately leaving out the part where he pi