The woman was doing a crappy job of hiding her lack of confidence. “We’re not, like, speaking anymore!”

“But you didn’t say the two of you are divorced, did you? Why wouldn’t you answer the question?”

The woman’s indignance turned into rage. “Who the f*ck are you? Why are you getting in between our business?”

“No, Miss McKinnon’s completely right.” Hoyt suddenly spoke up. Frigidness had shadowed his face. “Selma, are you and Mr. Sach split?”

Selma could not answer him. As her silence grew, Hoyt’s cold suspicion turned into a scowl undergirded by quiet disappointment. “Now, what? You just want to have it both ways, don’t you? Make me your side-chick, or whatever the h*ll you call it?”

“I’m not trying to make you a side-anything!”

“Then explain why you’re asking us to start over when you’re not completely split from Mr. Sach!”

“I just want to be with you, okay?” Selma cried in frustration. Her eyes were red. “Yes, we aren’t divorced, so what? We were supposed to be together! The t