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between my legs.
    â€œAre you serious?” Kate asks. “Two attacks in two hours. I’m supposed to believe that?”
    â€œI have the detective’s card, honey—”
    Heidi stops me with a wave. “Dan, are you acting like a man?”
    This startles me. “What?”
    â€œAre you being a man right now?”
    What the . . .
    â€œI’ve been attacked, Heidi. I had a vasectomy less than three hours ago, and now I’ve been kicked in the nuts. Do you understand?”
    Heidi says, “A man keeps his word, Dan. He does what he says he’ll do, and he’ll be where he’s supposed to be, when he’s supposed to be there.” She pauses. “That’s what a man does.”
    â€œDr. Douglas, don’t tell me about—”
    Heidi waves me off. “You knew today was an important commitment, Dan, but you dropped the ball. How do you think that makes her feel? You know being there for Kate is a big issue with you two.”
    I sit back and look away.
    â€œWe’ve been over this before, Dan.”
    I turn and stare at her.
    â€œRight now, who’s the one who decides if you will have sex?”
    I look away again. “Kate.”
    â€œDo you want to have sex with Kate more often?”
    â€œYes,” I mumble.
    â€œBut she decides.”
    I roll my eyes and nod.
    â€œSo what do you think, Dan? Should you try a little harder to do things to help put Kate in the right frame of mind? The right kind of relaxed and rested physiological state? You know, reduce her stress levels around the house? Give her time to rest?” She looks at me, concerned. “Are you getting the texts?”
    Part of the Heidi Douglas program is that the husband agrees to receive automated text messages from the good doctor. They’re reminders for hubbies who’d otherwise fall off the wagon. In my case, I’m reminded to make a family dinner each week—and it can’t be “a giant platter of meat,” as Kate adds, meaning I need to include vegetables, a salad, stuff like that. To say the texts annoy me is an understatement, but I keep telling myself, Obey the text, get more sex.
    â€œYes, I’m getting the texts.”
    â€œAnd you must follow them, because we need to prove to her that you won’t let her down. That last one’s a biggie, isn’t it, Dan? Kate might put on a good face in front of the kids, but you can see how scared she is that you’ll let her down, can’t you? These kinds of fears are common for people who were hurt at an early age, aren’t they?”
    She’s right. “They are.”
    â€œAnd for Kate, the most natural reaction is to shut you out, to avoid any kind of intimacy, because when she felt that wonderful closeness as a child—when it counted most—it was always taken away.”
    Kate’s eyes have welled up, but somehow she also seems happy—glad that someone is finally putting her feelings into words. And it’s like a sock in the gut, seeing her there, so vulnerable, when I realize what she may soon learn about her husband.
    Heidi pierces me. “What do you say to Kate right now, Dan?”
    I look at Kate again, at those enormous, experienced eyes that have bewitched me for so long, at her lower lip easing out in that vulnerable way, and I melt.
    â€œKate, honey.” I pause. “I’m never gonna leave you.”
    She nods and wipes away a tear. “But you don’t love me.”
    â€œThat’s not true, honey.”
    She sniffs. “Not like before.”
    I wince. How do I do this? “Kate, I know what you’re going through. And I’m sorry I was late. But I’ve just been attacked twice in the span of two hours. A gang of nitwits kidnapped me and threw me into a van. And then some beefy little bald guy threw me through a freezer door. Look—I have the detective’s card.” I show it to her, then