Is that what youâve got to say, like some goddamned adolescent caught two-timing his steady?â
âIâm sorry. God, Iâm sorry. But really, thatâs all she is to me.â
âSam, thatâs so shabby. So fucking banal.â
âSo maybe Iâm banal. Iâm sorry about that too.â
He was working up anger now, preferring it to guilt. The hell with him. He wasnât fooling her.
âHow long you two been being banal together?â she asked.
âThis isnât an ongoing relationship,â he said. âSomething happened one time. Only one. Damn it, Allie, I wish it hadnât happened. I sure didnât plan it. Neither did she.â
âGodâs plan, huh?â she said bitterly.
âMore like the devilâs,â Sam said. âA moment of weakness on my part, and it led to something. I thought that kinda thing only happened to the clowns on soap operas, but I was wrong.â
She said, âI donât believe things like that just happen, Sam.â
âBut they do. Then the people involved regret it but canât change the past. Please, Allie, try to understand this. Try not to beââ
âTry not to be what?â she interrupted.
âI dunno. Naive, I guess.â
She sat up, and switched on the lamp by the bed. Sam twisted his head away from the light, shielding his eyes, as if he might decompose under the glare like Dracula caught in the sun. Allie knew it was the truth that was making him come apart.
âYou have to do that?â he asked. âTurn on that damned light?â
âWhat do you mean by naive? That I trusted you?â
Now he did roll onto his side to face her, his head resting on his upper arm so that his cheek was scrunched up. His eyes were still narrowed to the light. âNo. But I donât want you to think an accidental affair with another woman means anything important.â He scooted toward her, touched her hip gently with his fingertips, making her suddenly aware and ashamed of her nakedness. She pulled away violently, startling him. âAllie, please!â
Allie kept her distance. âShe said on the phone she thinks youâre married. Talks as if you lied to her, led her to believe she was the only one in your life. The way youâve been lying to me.â
âThe point is, it doesnât matter a gnatâs ass to me what she thinks.â
âSure, I can believe that.â
âOh, câmon, Allie. Youâre mad right now, not thinking straight. Not putting this in perspective. And I donât blame you. But it was a onetime affair of the glands, not the heart. And itâs over, I swear it! It meant no more than a shared dance that can never happen again.â
âLisa would disagree with you, I bet.â
âMaybe. But so what? I only care what you think, Allie. Thatâs all thatâs important to me in this crazy world. Honestly. You believe me, donât you?â
âNo.â
He made a sound almost like a moan. âI donât know what I can do about that. I only wish I could do something to make you see the facts. The Lisa thing just sort of happened and then ran its course and no longer matters. Please, Allie, accept that as the truth, because it is.â
âYouâre not denying it, only repeating that it doesnât matter.â
âI donât like lying to you. Never did. I admitted I slept with Lisa Calhoun. If you need to hear it again, Iâll admit it again. I canât see why you donât realize the rest of what Iâm sayingâs true.â
âI donât need to hear it, Sam. Not anymore.â
âWell, yeah, I guess not. Allie?â
She knew his wheedling, little-boy voice. Right now it sickened her. Sam was about to ask her forgiveness. She couldnât handle that. She reached out an arm and hurriedly switched off the lamp.
âThatâs better, Allie.â Heâd