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“She was staying at the shore house and found out he cancelled his appointments for the day. She tried him on his cell, at home. He didn't answer. She called me worried sick. I promised I’d check up on him.” Carter threw his head back and emptied the glass.
    Carter’s grey eyes grew dark and angry. I could see the pain in his face as he relived it. "I let myself in the house and called out for him. Nothing. No answer. I looked in the garage and saw his car was there, so I knew he never left the house."
    Getting a sense of where he was heading, I wanted to give him an ou t. "You don't have to do this."
    He ignored me and continued. "I heard noise coming from upstairs; I didn't know what kind of noise, just noise. So I went to check it out. The house alarm was off. It would've been funny if it was on. Arrogant bastard didn't think anyone would come looking." Carter leaned across the table, his arms folded in front of him. "Or maybe he didn't put it on because he didn't want a warning, he wanted to get caught."
    "Carter."
    He shook his head, "No. I want to tell you, Liz. I owe it to you, Elizabeth. My sweet, beautiful, Elizabeth." The vodka was affecting him big time.
    "I didn't know what to think or expect. I mean who would right? He's my father. The only one he's supposed to screw is my mother. As I got closer to his bedroom I heard moaning." He sniggered, "At first I thought it was him. I thought something happened." He stopped to toss down another glass. "I rushed toward his room. By the time I realized he was with someone it was too late. I saw her. That slut-bitch-whore was riding my father like a bull at the rodeo."
    Not knowing what to say or how to react, I did the only thing I could think of. The only thing that felt natural. I reached across the table and put my hand over his.
    "I'm so sorry."
    His eyes dropped to our hands. Carter fell silent.  There was nothing more to say. I wondered after all those drinks, how he kept himself upright.
    "So that's why I went. I wasn't about to let my prick of a father get anywhere near you. Not tonight. Not ever."
    "Carter, I'm not interested in him, at all."
    "You're the first one I ever told." He looked up and allowed our eyes to meet.
    I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't say anything.
    He turned away and shook it off. “No biggie,” his voice cracked, “I walked out and never looked back. Not once.”
    "What do you mean? You never confronted her? Or him?”
    He shook his head, “No. I was done. Done with her. Done with both of them.”
    “Liar. I saw the way you looked at her, you didn’t move on.”
    “Yes, I did,” his voice rose at the end, in a sing-song manner, his eyes were red, and glassy, “And I’ll be damned if I ever allow myself to be hurt like that again.”
    I didn't know if I should respond to him now or wait until he sobered up. I went with now. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood.”
    Carter stared down into a full glass, as if searching for answers in it. Finding none he sucked down the drink.  “I- I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to think of him like that. The only one I want you riding is me.” His words were coming out a bit slower than before, the effect of the drinks and the night's events were wearing on him.
    Realizing Carter’s inebriated state, I didn’t respond.  My heart opened up and my feelings for him came gushing out. I wanted to wrap my arms arou nd him and take his pain away.
    “C’mon handsome,” I winked sliding out of the booth, “It’s time to go.”
    “Okay,” he agreed reaching for the bill as he stumbled to his feet and pulled out his wallet.
    “Hand over the keys,” I insisted with an outstretched hand.
    Carter opened his mouth, I thought he'd protest, but instead he reached out and put his hand on the back of the booth, steadying himself. Next, he reached into his pocket and quietly handed the keys over.
    Carter staggered out to the car, I stayed close to his side in