“Guess so. As long as I can keep the house, the cars and the money.” The grin that accompanied the joke froze in place when Deb mentioned Wyatt.
It wasn’t the first time the woman made a remark that hinted she probably knew what was going on. Wasn’t the first time Kendall chose to ignore it either. Despite everything, she and Wyatt had kept things quiet for over six months. She was able to tell Deb at any time. Let her friend in on it. What stopped her was mostly habit at this point. Routine. Sneak around here, avoid a topic there. Easy.
“You saying he stinks?” She replied instead, quirking an amused eyebrow. “‘Cause we all stink at one time or another. Except me,” she added, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. “I always smell wonderful.” Focus on that instead of the fact she and Wyatt were shacking up.
Kendall wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “If you say so.” No bite or scorn in her tone. Deb had a kid, liked doing the mom thing. That’s just the way it was. Kendall was used to it and had long since grown past her stage of making disgusted noises behind Deb’s back every time the woman mentioned something sooooo amazing about being a mom.
Hearing the branch hit its mark, Kendall craned her head to look over her shoulder and grinned broadly at the other woman. “There we go! That sounds better.” Being called an asshole was preferable to the alternative. “You’d never do that. You’d feel bad leaving me in the rotting hands of a zombie. You’d miss this face.”
Huh. Deb was hiding something. She raised both eyebrows. “You don’t,” she replied slowly, “usually. And don’t change the subject.” Hypocrite, Ken. A great big giant hypocrite. “So what’s the deal with the ring? Hawke give it to you or something?”