The moment Sharon walks out of the building, I call Amelia and ask her to have lunch with me. We do a complete post-mortem of my meeting with Sharon and she agrees I need to tell Jake immediately. So that night I walk home a bit wary. When I get there, I find Jake already home. He’s passed out on the couch and Lucky’s nestling on top of his chest. My two boys. I brush the hair off Jake’s forehead and kiss him there. Then I scratch Lucky’s head. They both look at me from under the lid of one eye.

“Hi.” Jake smiles, stretching his arms.

“Hello, sleepyhead. How was your day?” I give him another kiss.

“Exhausting, yours?”

“Mmm, interesting.” Why am I so nervous about telling him I met Sharon and that she’s married? I have an irrational fear he’s going to get jealous or something.

“Interesting, how?”

“I saw Sharon.”

“Sharon as in…?” Jake furrows his brows.

“Your ex wife-to-be? Yes.” I sit on the couch next to them, level with Jake’s chest. “I had a settlement case with a California-based company; she was on the opposing counseling team. I never knew she was a lawyer.”

Jake sits up moving Lucky onto his lap and shifts to sit by my side.

“Did you talk?”

“Yes, I finally apologized.”

“What did she say?”

“She-she sort of forgave me.”

“She did?”

“You seem surprised.”

“I am a little. So, was she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s married. Eloped to Vegas with a colleague a month ago. She said she didn’t want any more crazy-ex-girlfriends hazards.”

“Sharon was making jokes about you crashing the wedding?”

“She was. She said not marrying you was the best thing that ever happened to her. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“She said my little stunt probably saved you two from a painful divorce. She also told me how humiliated and heartbroken she was, and how much she used to hate me. But apparently, I’m her husband’s hero for breaking you two apart.” I smirk a little. “He’d been secretly in love with her for a long while.”

“I think I know the dude.”

Is he jealous?

“So how does this make you feel?” I ask.

“Is this a trick question where I can’t possibly give a right answer?”

I laugh. “No, no tricks. I swear. I just want to know how you feel about Sharon being married.”

“Glad, I suppose.”

“No sting?”

“No, definitely not. Sharon’s a good person. I’m glad she found her happiness with someone else. I can only wish for them to be as happy as we are.”

“That’s such a perfect answer you should write a boyfriend manual.”

“Hem-hem. Fiancé manual, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You most definitely aren’t.” I kiss him.

He pulls me closer and Lucky protests at being disturbed during his nap.