“We have to save our marriage,” he said.

Lenore was in the office beneath the house.

“Our marriage, or your position?” He was silent for a few seconds.

“Both.” That answer was more honest than most of what he’d said to her in years.

“Thank you for saying it that way,” she replied.

“I can end things with Odette.” “That doesn’t solve the main problem anymore.” “What else do you want from me?”