Forget My Heart, Forget You, Forget the Beginning

Seven years into our marriage, my husband suddenly took up working out, and he was always fussing with his hair in front of the mirror. I leaned against the doorframe and asked, half joking, "Honey, why so worried about how you look all of a sudden? Don't tell me you've fallen for someone." Dana spritzed cologne on his wrist. "Don't be ridiculous. There've been a lot of events lately. I represent the company's image."