Melanie couldn’t think of the last time she’d had a conversation like this with a man, or a woman. It was easy, fun. Even if Joshua had just torn off her mask by… How had he done it? By being nicely normal and making her soup.
Men bought her sumptuous meals she didn’t want, hoping it would work in their favor—it never did. Men didn’t cook one of her favorite comfort soups from scratch or make a show of ducking their heads just in case they did sprout wings. No one understood her humor. But someone just had. How curious.
So, he’d had a wife and a condo.
“What happened?”
“After five years together, Constance,” the poor man winced at merely saying her name aloud, “discovered she was more interested in members of her own s*x. It was amicable, and yet I still—” He turned away, not even pret
