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buttons, trying to figure out where the Received Calls feature was. While doing so, the phone rang once more?
"Hello?" he answered gruffly.
Again, no response.
"Who is this?"
Once more, the line disconnected.
A car horn blared behind Tony as the light changed and he didn't accelerate. He quickly went through the car's gears, grinding them from first to third as he pulled into the nearest business driveway.
Sitting in the empty Kmart parking lot, he figured out Kim's call log. The incoming was from a Boise number, the prefix 938. That was north of Boise around Eagle. Searching deeper in the phone menu, he found the outgoing-call list.
He licked his lips, scanned the dates and times and found that that particular number had been called sixteen times last night and once this morning.
Not moving for long moments, Tony stared at the phone. Then he hit '67 so Kim's ID wouldn't appear on the incoming call and dialed the number and waited.
"Hello?" a man's voice answered.
"Who's this?" Tony demanded, his voice a low curl that rumbled in his chest. No answer. He went on. "Listen, I know you're involved with my wife. Who are you?"
Silence, then finally a response. "I think you'd better talk to Kim."
Then the line disconnected.
The light traffic on Fairview Avenue became a blur as Tony clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
He barely remembered getting to Rocky's, pulling into the driveway and ringing the doorbell. The sound of barking dogs echoed through the large house.
Rocky stood in the opening wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. His resemblance to Nicholas Cage was a little uncanny as he held on to a glass of orange juice.
"Dude, I hate to tell you this, but the rotties made cat chow out of your kitten." He chuckled, then seeing Tony's troubled expression he said, "Not really. I'm just bullshitting you. Don't look so worried."
Tony let himself inside, speaking while walking, uttering aloud what had been at the back of his mind, but too potent for him to say it until this moment. "Kim's having an affair."
Rocky followed him into the kitchen. "You're sure?"
Upon seeing Tony, the two big black-and-brown dogs in the backyard wiggled their butts, wet noses smearing up the glass on the slider.
"I told you I suspected it. The guy just called her on her cell phone. I drove her car over here and she'd left her cell phone under the seat.
Fuck
."
Tony ran his hand through his hair, thought he'd prepared himself for this, but he hadn't. Not really. How could any man be prepared for something like this?
Because his suspicions were finally confirmed, all at once Tony was relieved, yet upset at the same time. The impact hadn't fully hit him. Not yet. He did feel betrayal. Betrayal was frickin' huge and it left a nauseating taste in his mouth.
In all the years he'd been with the fire department, all the overnights he'd had, he had never once strayed. He'd had the opportunity. He knew plenty of women who were willing and made their intentions obvious, but being unfaithful to his wife was crossing the line.
"Jesus," Rocky muttered. "Want a beer?"
"No. I need to keep a clear head."
He was left with a bunch of unanswered questions, and a shock wave of overwhelming uncertainty.
"Do you know who the guy is?" Rocky asked.
"Not a clue."
A host of questions came at Tony.
Why had she cheated on him? Who was the guy? How long had it been going on? Had they ever had sex in his home, his bed?
One moment his life had been complete, and now it felt discounted. Less than what it was. A clearance. A markdown.
"What are you going to do?" Rocky set his glass down and leaned next to the countertop.
"Don't know." Tony exhaled slowly, trying to focus. "Talk to her."
There were a million things going on in his head, but only one thing surfaced with clarity:
He still had to get the kitten for Parker. No matter what happened with him and Kim, he loved that little girl.
"Mom, these are fifty-percent off." Cassie
"Hello?" he answered gruffly.
Again, no response.
"Who is this?"
Once more, the line disconnected.
A car horn blared behind Tony as the light changed and he didn't accelerate. He quickly went through the car's gears, grinding them from first to third as he pulled into the nearest business driveway.
Sitting in the empty Kmart parking lot, he figured out Kim's call log. The incoming was from a Boise number, the prefix 938. That was north of Boise around Eagle. Searching deeper in the phone menu, he found the outgoing-call list.
He licked his lips, scanned the dates and times and found that that particular number had been called sixteen times last night and once this morning.
Not moving for long moments, Tony stared at the phone. Then he hit '67 so Kim's ID wouldn't appear on the incoming call and dialed the number and waited.
"Hello?" a man's voice answered.
"Who's this?" Tony demanded, his voice a low curl that rumbled in his chest. No answer. He went on. "Listen, I know you're involved with my wife. Who are you?"
Silence, then finally a response. "I think you'd better talk to Kim."
Then the line disconnected.
The light traffic on Fairview Avenue became a blur as Tony clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
He barely remembered getting to Rocky's, pulling into the driveway and ringing the doorbell. The sound of barking dogs echoed through the large house.
Rocky stood in the opening wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. His resemblance to Nicholas Cage was a little uncanny as he held on to a glass of orange juice.
"Dude, I hate to tell you this, but the rotties made cat chow out of your kitten." He chuckled, then seeing Tony's troubled expression he said, "Not really. I'm just bullshitting you. Don't look so worried."
Tony let himself inside, speaking while walking, uttering aloud what had been at the back of his mind, but too potent for him to say it until this moment. "Kim's having an affair."
Rocky followed him into the kitchen. "You're sure?"
Upon seeing Tony, the two big black-and-brown dogs in the backyard wiggled their butts, wet noses smearing up the glass on the slider.
"I told you I suspected it. The guy just called her on her cell phone. I drove her car over here and she'd left her cell phone under the seat.
Fuck
."
Tony ran his hand through his hair, thought he'd prepared himself for this, but he hadn't. Not really. How could any man be prepared for something like this?
Because his suspicions were finally confirmed, all at once Tony was relieved, yet upset at the same time. The impact hadn't fully hit him. Not yet. He did feel betrayal. Betrayal was frickin' huge and it left a nauseating taste in his mouth.
In all the years he'd been with the fire department, all the overnights he'd had, he had never once strayed. He'd had the opportunity. He knew plenty of women who were willing and made their intentions obvious, but being unfaithful to his wife was crossing the line.
"Jesus," Rocky muttered. "Want a beer?"
"No. I need to keep a clear head."
He was left with a bunch of unanswered questions, and a shock wave of overwhelming uncertainty.
"Do you know who the guy is?" Rocky asked.
"Not a clue."
A host of questions came at Tony.
Why had she cheated on him? Who was the guy? How long had it been going on? Had they ever had sex in his home, his bed?
One moment his life had been complete, and now it felt discounted. Less than what it was. A clearance. A markdown.
"What are you going to do?" Rocky set his glass down and leaned next to the countertop.
"Don't know." Tony exhaled slowly, trying to focus. "Talk to her."
There were a million things going on in his head, but only one thing surfaced with clarity:
He still had to get the kitten for Parker. No matter what happened with him and Kim, he loved that little girl.
"Mom, these are fifty-percent off." Cassie
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