She shook her head as if refusing to hear him.
“You can’t seriously expect me to believe that seventeen years of marriage means a man never gets tempted.”
“No,” I said. “I expect you to understand that being tempted isn’t the same as being available.”
She stared at me.
I continued.
“My husband isn’t a prize you can win by dressing up, bringing him cookies, and telling him his wife isn’t exciting enough. He’s a person. He made his choice long before you moved next door.”
I looked at the open box.
“And apparently, that choice has been sitting in our kitchen cabinet for months.”
This time, the laughter was impossible to disguise.
Vanessa’s face turned scarlet.
She looked at the guests, searching for somebody who might defend her.
Nobody did.
Finally, she turned on Irvin.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you weren’t interested?”
He answered immediately.
“I did. Several times.”
