As the guy approached with an easy saunter, two things hit me at the same time.
The first was that this guy was probably a delivery guy as I'd assumed. Which led to the second thing. Whoever he was, this guy was more than an acquaintance to my wife, if the way he was looking at her and the way she responded to his presence was a big unmistakable clue.
I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the jealousy and anger that simmered just below the surface and threatened to spill over. I had to remind myself that I had no right to feel any of those things, after all the only claim I had over Jessica was a mere piece of paper that recognized her as my wife.
“Hi again, Jess,” The not-a-delivery-guy replied as he came to stand beside me. This close, I noticed we were of similar height, though I had a
