He caught the question in the arch of her brow and had to chew over how he could possibly answer it. There was too much to be put into any slender response, and even if he could it wouldn't have been prudent to share with someone like her, or in a place like this. He'd probably already been too free with the details, even in just sharing Beckett Longbottom's name with his sister. If he'd really had any hopes of making things work between him and Melody, he should have kept that secret as close to his chest as he had the secret about the night they eloped. And yet — there was a wild, desperate part of him that wanted to just tell her, to just tell anyone. My wife snuck out of a party to sleep with Beckett Longbottom, so — I'll have to figure out what to do about that. Any suggestions?

Before he could come up with any appropriate response, she had asked him a different question, this time verbally. It was Ben's turn to raise an eyebrow, because he didn't quite follow what this had to do with anything. "Not that I know of, no."

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