Seth glances at me and smiles, like this is as much of a treat for him as it is for me. My boots plow through puddles as we make our way to a cider stand on Pike. Seth unrolls dollars from his money clip, one after another. He leaves a generous tip and hands me a paper cup of liquid gold. The money clip was a gift from me a few Christmases ago. I’ve not seen him use it until now; he always carries a worn leather wallet in his back pocket.

We huddle underneath an awning with our drinks and listen to a street musician play a Lionel Ritchie song on his fiddle. As we sip, we glance almost shyly at each other, and it feels like it did on our first date—charged and unfamiliar. There is a change between us tonight, a new chemistry we’ve not tapped into before. I imagine we could have had this all along if there were two instead of four people in the marriage. Our bond would be strengthened instead of pulled thin.

Seth pulls me close and I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder, humming along with the song. I’m pressed so tightly against him that when his cell phone rings I can feel the vibrations against my leg. Seth, who normally has his phone turned off when he’s with me, pats his pocket with his free hand. I angle my body away from his so he can reach it, taking a careful sip of my cider. It scalds the roof of my mouth; I press the tip of my tongue to the burned spot as I wait to see if he’ll answer.

When he pulls his phone from his pocket, he makes no move to hide the screen from me. Regina’s name flashes across his wallpaper—a group photo of his nieces and nephews in their Halloween costumes. I bite my lip and look away, feeling like I’ve done something wrong.

“Do you mind?” he asks, holding up the phone. The name Regina stares at me. I blink at him, confused. Is he asking me for permission to take a call from his other wife?

I shake my head dumbly, shifting my eyes back to the fiddler, who is now playing a Miley Cyrus song with gusto.

“Hello,” I hear him say. “Yeah... Did you put it in peanut butter? She’ll take it that way... Okay, let me know how it goes.”

He’s talking to Regina in front of me. It’s like a metal ping striking at the center of me with sharpness. Ouch, ouch, ouch.

He slides his phone back into his pocket, nonplussed.

“Our dog,” he says, watching the fiddler with renewed interest. “She’s old and sick. She’ll only take her pill with peanut butter.”

Seth has a dog.

“Oh,” I say. I feel stupid, emotionally clumsy. Had I ever noticed dog hair on his clothes? “What type of dog?”

He grins his lopsided grin. “A Sheltie. She’s an old lady now—has trouble with her back legs. She had surgery a few days ago and won’t take her medicine.”

I listen, fascinated. His other life, a detail most would consider mundane, but I cling to it, want more. A dog. We briefly considered getting a dog, but living in a condo seemed unfair to an animal—that and my work hours.

“What’s her name?” I ask cautiously.

I’m afraid that if I ask too many questions he’ll shut down or get angry with me for prying. But he doesn’t.

He tosses his empty cup into an overflowing trash can and says, “Smidge. Regina named her. I wanted something generic like Lassie.” He laughs at the memory and then waves at a toddler who bellows, “Hi!” as his mother pushes him past in his stroller. I look away quickly. I can’t look toddlers in the eye.

“You’ve never said her name,” I say.

Seth tucks his hands in his pockets and stares at me. “Haven’t I?”

“No,” I say. “And last week you sent me a text meant for one of them...”

His head jerks back and I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. “What did it say?”

I study his face, not believing the pretense. “You know what it said, Seth.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t remember. If I did, it was my mistake and completely hurtful to you. Forgive me?”

I pull my lips tight. There isn’t really another option, is there? I could drag this out and sulk for a few more days, but what good would that do anyone? I nod, forcing my lips into a smile.

“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s get back. It’s freezing out here.”

I let him twine his fingers with mine and suddenly we’re running across the street, me holding my beanie to my head and skipping up the curb. I hear myself laughing as we dodge slow-moving bodies on the sidewalk. He looks back at me and I smile shyly, the wings of infatuation beating in my belly.

We kiss as we ride the elevator to our floor, even though there’s someone else in there with us—a middle-aged woman with a trembling Yorkie. She draws as far away from us as she can, pressing herself to a corner of the elevator as if we’re contagious.

“Where have you been?” I whisper against Seth’s lips.

“Here, I’ve been here.” He’s as breathless as I am, his hands groping through the puffiness of my coat. He yanks the zipper down, the noise startling in the confines of the elevator.

On the mirrored wall behind us, I see the woman’s face pale. She clutches her purse tighter to her chest and stares at the numbers above the door, willing herself away from us. The Yorkie whines. I laugh into Seth’s mouth as he pushes my coat off my shoulders and reaches to cup my breast. The doors slide open and she charges out. They slide closed and we climb higher. His hand is between my legs, his thumb rubbing circles. When the doors open on our floor, we move together, not wanting to let go.

Later, we lie in bed, our limbs tangled and our skin damp from exertion. Seth traces a line with his fingertips up and down my arm. I curl into him, enjoying the moment, everything but us forgotten. Just for tonight. Tonight, I will forget. Tomorrow is a different story. And then I remember the thing that’s been bothering me, swimming in my mind right out of reach: Regina’s message.

Hi, Will,

I don’t mind the compliments at all! I worked hard to get through law school—lay ’em on me.

I have a heavy workload right now, but I can make time for fun. You mentioned that you like to hike. Maybe we can do that sometime. I’m up for drinks, too, if you prefer that. Your nieces and nephews are adorable. You seem great with kids.

Talk soon,

Regina

With Seth snoring softly beside me, I read her message to Will three times before I write my response. There is more I want to know, to confirm, and Will is the only way I can do that.

Hey, Regina,

Since you’ve given me permission to load on the compliments I guess I should tell you that you’re stunning. I’d love to go on a hike with you! And yes, my nieces and nephews are adorable. Do you want kids? I guess that’s a really personal question but somewhat important to know when you’re dating.