As soon as Carl faded from sight, Clark returned to his senses.
My *sigh* husband glanced at me and tilted his head. “W-why am I in here?”
sigh*I dragged my hair into a ponytail and sulked. “We were just heading out to get some lunch.”
“Oh,” he frowned. “Where are the girls?”
How much of his memory had Carl wiped?
“They’re at the pool,” I pushed him out the door. “Come on,” I choked on the word, “honey. Let’s go eat.”
If we were out of the house and therefore away from any bedrooms, maybe Clark would continue on his merry way without thinking about too much ‘alone time’.
My ploy worked. Clark easily followed behind me, grabbing the keys to the Acura and whistling as if my confession and our subsequent argument had never taken place.
His thick, blonde hair was still wet from the sho
