Her smile disappeared.
“Now,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “you don’t need my husband anymore.”
A nervous laugh rippled through the yard. Someone near the grill coughed into his fist.
Vanessa forced a laugh of her own. “Oh my gosh, Claire. This is so dramatic.” She rolled her eyes for the audience. “I was joking.”
“No, you weren’t,” I said. “You sat in my kitchen and told me to prepare for divorce because you were going to take him.”
That killed the laughter instantly.
Every head in the yard turned toward Vanessa. She looked at Irvin, wide-eyed, like she expected him to rush in and rescue her from the scene she’d created herself.
He walked over and put his arm around me instead.
“Claire’s right,” he said, calm and clear. “Please don’t call me for things around your house anymore. If something breaks, use one of those numbers.”
