It was. He knew it as surely as he knew his own name. Now that he saw it, he couldn’t unsee it.

“What if it’s not that complicated?” she went on. “What if I’m having some kind of subconscious block about still being married?”

That wasn’t it. She’d shared something uncomfortable and she was backpedaling, trying to find another, easier explanation for her behavior. She might not even be doing it consciously.

“Do you think that’s possible?” she asked when he was silent too long.

No. “You’re asking me?”

“You know me better than anyone.”

Well, damn, that was flattering. “Even Leo?”

“Don’t tell him, but yeah.”

Extremely flattering. It felt like an accomplishment, being the person who knew Dani Martinez best.

He didn’t want to abuse that position, and he wasn’t about to tell her how she felt, but he was certain her take was incorrect. He supposed she could be protecting her heart and have a subconscious block about still being married, but he truly didn’t think so. He settled for saying, “I suppose the only way to test your theory is to wait for your divorce judgment and see how you feel. If you find yourself spontaneously wanting to jump comedic baristas, you’ll know you were hung up on the legalities of still being married.”

She smiled. “I think that’s it.”

It wasn’t, but all right.

“I swear to god, the moment the divorce is final, I’m going to do it with the first moderately attractive man I lay eyes on.”

He laughed. “So you’re just going to grab the nearest man and proposition him?”

“Watch me. I will.”

He knew she was jesting, but he very much did not want to watch her do that. “Perhaps a more considered approach would be better.”

“Oh, shut up. You don’t know what this kind of dry spell is like.”

“I do actually. I’m in a bit of one myself. Since New Year’s Eve, in fact.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not sure. I think perhaps I’m a tad thrown off by my own marriage problem. I’d been slutting around in anticipation of my own impending nuptials. One would think, once they were canceled, that I would have accelerated my slutting around rather than tapered it off.” He shrugged, unable to explain his own behavior. Or lack of behavior.

“Well aren’t we a pair?”