She shouldn't have been surprised by his reaction. Tracey had just flat out asked Marcus Flint if he was her husband's gay lover. If there was any chance that she'd been wrong, she wouldn't have blamed him for hexing her. But she knew she wasn't wrong.
Tracey met Marc's stare head on. She even leaned back on her broom and crossed her arms over her chest, using her legs to keep her balanced on the broom. Did this mean Isaac was bent too? No evidence of that from their wedding night. Not after the initial hesitation. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy both sides of the fence. And Merlin save her when she tried to picture it all in her head. "I hate to put it like this and be completely crass, but your sex life and my sex life are the same business." Fucking bizarre didn't even cover a decent description of this conversation. "At least until I get pregnant," she amended wondering why she was telling him that.
"So you think because I know your business I'm going to share it with everyone I know?" Tracey narrowed her eyes on him. "Don't you think I have a fucking stake in this now too?" Looking off into the night, her broom hovered on the breeze. How she wanted to kick off and race away from this conversation just long enough to collect her thoughts. "I've always thought you were more than decent bloke. Even from back in school. This doesn't change that." But would it be as simple as sharing Isaac? If only for a little while? Tracey tried to not let that thought disturb her.