Damn if I know, darlin'. Just seems like you're all bent outta shape suddenly. Grant regards him skeptically. Alex reaches across the table to take his hand. I don't care about her anymore than you care about Freddie.
Grant chuckles at that.
Good, 'cause she matters less. I don't even have her crap in my closet. He squeezes Alex's fingers lightly. A blank look. Then a squint.