"You said congratulations yesterday. I think you and I are clever enough to know that felicitations aren't needed for this arrangement I have with Isaac." It hurt her to admit that but it was the truth and Tracey's expression remained stoic. She was getting exactly what she bargained for. No more, no less. She just didn't want to admit why that stung so bad.
Tracey laughed at Marcus' statement. The sound was cold and held a note of self-depreciation. Mocking at the very least. Mocking her marriage, that is. "I'm not sure what civilised people would call what we do talking. The things I wish for him to share with me likely won't ever happen and the things I do not want to know are clearly laid out." She sighed and repositioned herself on the broom, dangling her feet in mid air. "You seem pretty close to my husband. Have the two of you been talking?"