A click behind me startled us both. Turning around, we saw Felicity standing in the doorway, scorn writ large on her face. Oliver quickly passed the vape pen back to me, and walked to the door as if nothing had happened. I tucked it back into my pocket.

“You need me for something?” he asked.

Felicity observed me carefully, harshly.

“Your mom called and needs your help fixing her toilet. Something about the seal leaking. Can you run over there real quick?”

“Sure, honey.” Oliver kissed her cheek on his way into the house.

Felicity remained standing in the doorway, hands propped on her hips.

“What were you just doing with my husband, Marin?”

“Can you relax a bit? I know things are hard for you, but you need to lay off Oliver.”

“Don’t tell me how to handle my own husband. Clearly you’re not doing a bang-up job with your own marriage, Marin.”

“What does that mean? I thought we had mended this schism between us.” I had forgotten I was dealing with Argumentative Felicity.

Felicity stumbled back a step, then swiveled to head inside.

“Can you tell Cody I’ll be out here if he needs me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Twenty minutes and an empty e-cig and wineglass later, I needed another drink. I slipped into the house, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I could overhear Cody and Felicity talking in the living room. No, not talking. Arguing. Again I found myself hiding in the shadow of the doorway, listening. Whatever was going on with them, it was hush-hush enough that they were hiding it from me and Oliver.

“I keep apologizing, but you keep refusing to forgive me. What else am I supposed to do?” It was the same tone Cody used with me when he knew he was wrong.

“Prove you actually care,” Felicity argued back.

“I don’t know how, Felicity.”

“I think you do.”

“Look, Felicity, that was a long time ago.” Cody was speaking in a voice I’d never heard before. Low and husky and…needy. “We can’t go back to that. Think of our families.”

“I don’t want to think,” she replied with that same yearning.

I shifted enough to glance inside, my breath held and blood screaming in my ears, just in time to see Cody leaning forward to kiss Felicity. Their lips were hungry and eager as his arms pulled her in. I choked on that breath.

When Felicity broke the kiss—not my husband, but Felicity!—she cupped his hand and walked toward me. I found myself rushing down the hallway, my body working on autopilot as I slipped into the powder room beneath the stairs. The echo of their footsteps above me broke my heart step by step. On a stair just above my head they stopped, and Cody spoke first.