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"All right."
Jim finished his beer. Michael held his beer up in a salute. "Here's
to civilized men." He downed his beer and wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand.
"Being civilized has nothing to do with it. I love my wife," Jim said
flatly.
"I can see that. Which makes it all the more painful that I can't walk
away from her. I wish I could. I really do, for your sake," he told
him again.
"My sake doesn't count in this. If you walked away now you would break
her heart. I don't want to see that happen."
Michael gave a thin, lop-sided grin; maybe a mischievous grin. "That
sounds almost like a threat; like I'm committed, like it or not."
"The only threat is if you mistreat her. It's up to you, too, to make
this work. I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces if it doesn't."
"You don't have much faith in me, do you?" Michael asked.
"I have faith that you must be a hell of a man, because I am, and she's
turned her attention to you."
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