“It probably is,” I admitted as I glanced around again. I wasn’t the only person there guilty of people watching. The place was a veritable who’s who of important people. Maybe that wasn’t always the case, but we were in the thick of it for date night. As if to prove my point, a couple stopped by the table.

“Samuel Tucker, imagine seeing you here,” the woman teased, as if she knew a secret and wanted to do a shitty job of keeping it. The secret was probably that he came here often, and with different women, maybe even her at some point. The tittering little laugh at the end of her proclamation is what led me to that theory.

“Vikki,” he muttered and then noticed the man by her side. “Fletcher, how are you?”

“Doing well, how’s the business? Your grandfather still on you to settle down?”

“He doesn’t have to be on me to settle down any longer,” Tucker explained.

“Oh? And how did you manage that?” Fletcher’s eyes flitted to me as a smirk tipped his lips up at the corners. He too acted as though he was in on something that I must not have known.

“Well, my wife is seeing to things and making sure I stay on my best behavior these days,” he explained, shocking both Fletcher and Vikki in the process. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? This is my wife, Mina. Mina, these are acquaintances of mine, Fletcher Marsh and Victoria Chamberland.”

“Pleasure,” I cooed as I offered them both a fake as fuck smile and then promptly proceeded to ignore them by refocusing my efforts on the cell phone in front of me. The search images I’d pulled up of my husband and this restaurant were still front and center, so I kept the screen tilted to avoid them seeing what I was looking at.

“I’m sorry,” the Vikki woman breathed out in a pitchy intonation. “Did you just say wife?”

“Sure did,” Tucker confirmed and damn if there wasn’t a hint of pride in his tone. That was weird.

“You’re his wife?” She asked next, I assumed that question had been addressed to me, so I glanced up, and did not even try to hide that her presence was an annoyance at that point.

“Are you hearing impaired?” I inquired rather loudly. She just stared at me. “I’m just trying to understand why the same answer bears repeating so frequently in one conversation that includes all the same people. Yes, he said I was his wife and it’s very true and very legal, I assure you.”

“But,” Vikki started to argue when Fletcher finally grew a pair and attempted to guide the woman away.

“Let it go, Vik,” Fletcher grumbled to her as they moved toward their own table.

“Please, tell me she wasn’t one of your faithful concubines you had hidden away in your harem of women,” I whispered across the table. Tucker’s face reddened, which meant he probably had been with her at some point. I glanced back down at my phone and started swiping through images and sure enough, there she was, on his arm while leaving this very establishment a mere two months ago. “No need to answer, I found it for myself,” I commented as I picked my phone up and turned it around to show him the image. “There seems to be quite a lot of these, though of course, she’s only in one. The rest are with different women.”