"I can see why they didn't put that in the papers," Millicent said. "So, our top HW extraordinaire is being questioned, but hey, here he is knocking his not-friends on the head and bringing them in. Wouldn't sound too good."
She did raise her eyebrows at the 'brother-in-law' bit. Fuck, he didn't just sleep with men, he slept with his brother-in-law. Isaac. Her best friend's husband. Well, ex.
"Good for you," she said. "Because I could so take you."
She refilled her glass again. It was getting empty a little too quickly, but that was okay. It wasn't like she had to do anything tomorrow except for... oh. Her little secret operation. Maybe it'd have to wait until Wednesday.
"I told Tracey I'm knitting her baby awesome things and she almost squeed herself to death." She took a deep drink. "Are you making her something? Or is that ex... um, brother-in-law thing getting in the way?"
Okay, that sounded weird, even to her. Not wanting to knit for your boyfriend's ex was one thing. Not wanting to do it because your wife's brother was divorcing said person was... well. Not exactly making a lot of sense.
Even if it wasn't his baby and you clearly had nothing to be jealous of.