The awkwardness hit me a beat too late. I was about to pull away when a furious voice erupted from the doorway.
"Karen, what the hell are you doing?!"
I turned around. Job stood in the doorway, his shoulders half-soaked with rain.
I frowned. "Why are you back?"
"If I didn't come back, what, I'm supposed to wait around while you make a fool out of me?!"
Job's face was twisted with rage, but all I felt was disbelief at how unreasonable he was being.
"Job, watch your mouth. Russ is an old friend of mine. There is nothing going on between us!"
"Nothing going on? I just watched you undress him with my own eyes. How is that 'nothing'?"
"Are you done? I already told you—"
I was about to tear into Job when Russ caught my hand.
"Karen, this is all my fault. Please don't fight with your husband because of me."
Then he bowed to Job.
"Sir, please don't misunderstand Karen. I'm not well, and she was only trying to help. I just wanted to see her, and now I have. I'll leave. I won't be any more trouble."
His voice shook with every word.
My resolve crumbled. I grabbed his hand and said, "Russ, ignore him. You're staying here for the next few days. I'm going to take care of you."