Chapter 25
FORD: Either one of you happen to know why my wife smells like sex?
HAYDEN: She’s not your wife. Unless you went and married her this morning and didn’t tell us.
GAbrIEL: You sure seem happy to use that term, though. Something you’d like to tell us, Ford?
FORD: You’re both evading the question.
HAYDEN: I have no idea.
FORD: Gabriel?
GAbrIEL: I’d still like to talk about why you’re calling her your wife.
FORD: Answer the question. You think I don’t know when you’re trying not to give a straight answer to something?
GAbrIEL: …
GAbrIEL: I might have walked in on her taking the edge off.
FORD: What’s that supposed to mean?
GAbrIEL: I’m sure you can easily imagine what it means.
HAYDEN: Holy fuck.
FORD: And you decided to join in?
GAbrIEL: Well, ask yourselves, what would either of you have done in my situation? If you had walked in with her whimpering with her hand between her legs?
FORD: …
HAYDEN: …
FORD: You smug son of a bitch.
GAbrIEL: Why, thank you.