“Look at that face,” Phillippa directed. “I’m asking you, who wouldn’t leave his fiancée for a face like this?” she asked, squeezing my cheeks in one massive, ringed hand.
“Someone you met in Australia?” Chris asked. I charitably assumed that he meant to keep the fact that he was thinking ‘weren’t you saying this is a pattern with you?’ from creeping into his tone of voice, although he failed.
“A guy I worked with, actually. He lives here in Oakland.” I wasn’t trying to rub anything in, honest I wasn’t, but Phillippa brought it up, and I couldn’t help smiling like a smitten idiot when I got to tell something about Josh. It somehow made my feelings seem more real—the fact that Josh had come back from Australia with me meant I hadn’t left my affection elsewhere, but was able to carry it around with me.