“What do you mean?” he asked incredulously. “I’ve got every incentive in the world. My career is going down the can, I’m hurting you and Galen, and my health is probably going to hell. What more incentive do I need to quit drinking?”
Nevaeh paused. “I think you’d have a real incentive to quit drinking if you gave me the authority to punish you for it when you get drunk,” she said.
Cal was taken aback. He was a grown man. She was his wife not his boss. What could she mean? “Darling, I don’t think I understand you,” he said. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean exactly what I said,” she told him. “You need a real incentive to stop drinking. We both agree that your alcoholism is destroying you and everything you’ve worked for. We’ve tried AA and a lot of other things. I want you to try g
