Jeff asked. Gray balanced his phone on his shoulder as he poured coffee. “For the windows, but not anything else. But then I can’t tie him to the flowers. The only thing he’s guilty of so far is trying to rescue her when she ran out of gas on the way home.” “But she called you?” “No. I drove past them on my way home.” “Wait a minute.” Jeff’s leer flavored his words. “Are you shacking up with her?” Gray watched Maggie on the patio. She was using garden ornaments to keep The Wall Street Journal open while she made notes in her binder. He took a deep breath. “I married her.” God, but it felt good to say that to someone. He smiled into the phone as Jeff sputtered and swore. “No wonder you don’t want to talk to Bob. Amanda was worried about anti-government nutjobs. She’ll give you six kinds of hell when she finds out you’re hiding a wife.
