Coming out of the memory, I reminded myself how cops didn’t always make good lovers, husbands, or fathers. They might be affectionate, strong, faithful, and devoted, but every time they went out the door, there was a “What if…?” that sneaked in before that door closed. Preston wasn’t looking like such a good match for Archie, after all. Fortunately, I knew I could sabotage it in a second. Though I’d vowed to stop treating poor Archie like a yoyo, pulling him closer, then pushing him away, I would step in, if I had to. Being as self-aware as I was in some ways, I already had the selfie at the ready, should Merriam Webster ever sponsor a contest to have one’s picture put in their dictionary beside the word asshole. For now, however, I figured Archie hanging with Preston was an indication he
