"Could tell what you know about me without spilling shite about your marriage," Marcus pointed out. He wondered what decent bloke she saw back in school, his jaw tight. He drew in a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. This was why having a lover was fucking complicated. Life had been simpler before he started with Isaac. But it was good, too. "Fuck..." the word slipped out as a frustrated exhalation.
"You're a good bird, Tracey." He wasn't sure where he was going with that. Words had never been Marcus' strong suit and they were sure as fuck failing him now. He growled softly at himself, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Why until you get pregnant?" There. Shift attention off himself. Make it about her, until she turned it back on him. She would, he figured, at some point.