“Funny you should say that, because ‘Fucked up’ is written in Latin on the Harkness family insignia. Problematicus.”

I laugh. “Was it weird? When they got married?”

“Nah. I was already in the US for school, and our house had been a revolving door of beautiful young women since the day my mom died.”

“Ah. Was that your dad’s way of dealing with grief and heartbreak?”

He snorts. “The women were there when my mother was alive, too. He simply had the grace not to bring them home.”

“I see. And, do you like your stepmother?”

“A lot.”

I gasp. “Are you secretly in love with her? Please, say yes. I need this juiciness in my life.”

“Your friend group already has plenty of incestuous juiciness, you don’t need to borrow mine. And no, I’m not. She is, however, my one family member who wouldn’t throw another human being into a wood chipper for a wad of cash, which makes me partial to her.”

I watch him neatly cut into his meat. Take a tidy, gentlemanly bite. “Did you…”

He spears a piece of tomato, patiently waiting for me to continue.

“You used to date Minami, right?”

“This is refreshing.” I cock my head, confused by his response, and he explains, “Someone bringing up Minami in my presence.”

“Oh. Do people not?”

“Not our relationship. Lots of pussyfooting.”

“Is it because you are still in love with her?”

“I still love her very much, yes.”

“Wow,” I scoff.

“Wow?”

“If you think I don’t see what you did there…”

He smiles again. Says nothing. I might be ready to offer him money to take off those damn sunglasses.

“What about Sul? Are you jealous? Do you sometimes wish you could peel the skin off his scalp, just a little bit?”

“Is that what you want to do to the blonde?”

“Yeah,” I say, dejected. “Please, don’t leave me alone with this horrible thing I just said.”

His shoulders shake with laughter. “I wish I could, but…have you met Sul? He’s a great guy. There’s nothing to hate, there.”

He’s not wrong. Sul is such a quiet presence, I used to joke with Eli that he acted more like Minami’s bodyguard than a partner, a gentle giant Velcroed to her side. “I was obsessed with Minami, growing up. Still am, really. And I have to admit, I’ve always wondered what she saw in him.”

Other guys would jump at the chance to shit-talk their ex’s husband. Conor just says, “It’s not for us to know. He’s different, with her.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s how relationships work. If it’s a good one, you let loose. You show all sides of yourself.”

“Yeah? Then maybe my relationship with Alfie wasn’t all that good.”

“It wasn’t.”

“How do you even know?”

“The Post-its on your desk, with city names. You had seven. Four on the right—Austin, London, Cambridge, Massachusetts, and Durham—and three on the left. And Edinburgh was nowhere to be seen.”