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slowly nodded, understanding. "You're afraid you're losing control."
    "I wanted to fucking punch him. I wanted to order him onto the floor and kick the living shit out of him." Tears silently coursed down my cheeks and I wiped them away. "I was so fucking angry. I mean, goddammit, over a pair of fucking Channellocks!" I was hissing by the end of my tirade and I sat back, took a deep breath. "Is it too fucking much to ask to have a husband who knows a pair of Channellocks from a pair of vice grips? Most women don't know a goddamned wrench from a pair of pliers, and here I am having to teach my husband!"
    "But you didn't teach him."
    My jaw opened, then snapped shut.
    Tony's eyes burned into me and I realized how right he was.
    I hadn't taught him at all. I never had.
    "You know these things," he patiently explained, "but you can't expect him to know something he hasn't been taught."
    More fucking guilt. He was absolutely right.
    I felt the tears again, close to the surface. I really didn't want to break down sobbing in a strange restaurant in front of a strange man in a strange town two thousand miles from home.
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    He reached across the table again and gripped my hand. "I told him who I was, and I told him basically where you are and that you're safe and that you'll call him in the morning. I also took the liberty of telling him he didn't do anything wrong, and that you would give him instructions when you call him, but he was to go to sleep and you wanted him to carry out his day tomorrow until he heard from you."
    I nodded. And my husband would do just that, knowing him.
    He was a good sub.
    The bottom line was I felt mad, guilty, put-upon, and cheated out of what other women had.
    But what did they have? Husbands who cheated on them, or who were too busy working to pay attention to them?
    Husbands who could fix things but who didn't give a damn about their day? Husbands who didn't make their wives the center of their universe as mine so obviously had?
    We talked for another hour and I felt guilty I'd pulled Tony away from his life despite his kind reassurances to the contrary. It was nearly midnight by this time and my rum buzz was a thing of the past. Still, he insisted on driving me across the street to the hotel. He waited until I was safely checked in and we agreed to meet for a late brunch downstairs at the hotel restaurant the next day.
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    husband's hurt eyes haunted me. My guilt that a perfect stranger had to tell him where I was.
    What was he thinking? Did he assume I'd flown out here to sleep with Tony?
    More guilt.
    I'd made no secret about talking with Tony. I had to get my information somewhere, and figured if we were in this together, there was no reason to hide what I was doing from my husband. There was nothing to hide.
    There had to be more to their conversation than what Tony told me. Twenty minutes was a long time to say what he told me.
    I'd have to ask him in the morning.
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Chapter 12
him
    I stared at my phone, praying for her to call, hoping I hadn't made her more upset by calling so much.
    Crying was the last thing I wanted to do.
    But I did it anyway. I thought about the man's voice, how strong he must sound to her compared to mine right now.
    The strange man who'd answered my wife's phone.
    Oh God, please let her come back to me!
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Chapter 13
Her
    I felt like shit the next morning. I stared at my reflection.
    Puffy, red eyes and a pounding headache. I could not believe I'd done this. I took a shower and dressed. Then I sat on the bed, stared at my phone.
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