Abby’s thoughts raced, wondering if it had to do with his marriage. Then his phone quacked. Rebecca. The woman had a sixth sense when they were alone. “Sorry,” David said. “I’ll be right back.” And he headed up to the house. Petty as it was, Abby felt gratified that Rebecca’s notification sound was a quack. But that quickly gave way to jealousy: maybe the quack was an endearment, and Rebecca was his sweet duckling. Then shame: Abby was sleeping with the woman’s husband, albeit very occasionally. Stop, she told herself, pushing away the guilt. David had been hers first. Rebecca was the
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