QUOTE : Trev, there’s—”<br /><br />“Hang on.” Metal grinding on metal screeched in the cold air. Then, “Motherfuckin’ piece of shit.”<br /><br />Chassie glanced at Edgard who’d gone completely still.<br /><br />“That’s not the way to talk in front of company, hon.”<br /><br />“Who’s here?” Trevor spun around and froze.<br /><br />A beat passed. Then Edgard said softly, “Hello, Trevor.”<br /><br />No one spoke; no one moved.<br /><br />Trevor roared, “You motherfuckin’ piece of shit.” He threw the wrench and bulled toward Edgard.<br /><br />Crap. Maybe they weren’t friends after all.<br /><br />Instead of tackling the man and pounding him into the ground, Trevor slapped Edgard on the back. Clasping him in a bear hug, lifting him in the air, practically swinging him in a circle.<br /><br />Whoa. She’d never seen her husband so…exuberant. From seeing an old friend she’d never even heard of? Chassie’s eyes met Trevor’s in confusion and he hastily set Edgard down.<br /><br />“Ah. Sorry, man. It’s just…” Trevor turned away.<br /><br />As he composed himself, Chassie fired a sardonic look at Edgard. “Well, I reckon he’s happy to see you after all.”<br /><br />For Christsake, Edgard was here. Standing in his goddamn front yard.<br /><br />Next to his wife.<br /><br />How was he supposed to deal with this situation? At least he’d stopped himself from laying a big, wet kiss on him.<br /><br />Kissing another man. In front of his wife.<br /><br />Fuck.