"It can't be just this week. It—"
"Yes it is. And I thought: Thank God for Gabrielle. I'm in the worst hassle of my life, but I've found her when I needed her most. I can depend on her forever. I've got someone sane and beautiful to hold on to in this rotten war."
"Well? Well?"
"And then Audibon was sprung on me. 'My wife.' Bang."
"Which meant you couldn't depend on me. Is that it?"
"I don't know. I was scared. Maybe I'm jealous. I was afraid I was losing you."
"Jordan—"
"No. Let me finish." He took a deep breath. "I did everything wrong. But I couldn't help myself. I think I knew I was doing everything wrong. But I couldn't stop myself. You know how dangerous a drowning man is? He'll clutch at you and drown you too if you don't hit him. That's what happened. I was drowning.... You hit me.... I'm grateful...."
Gabby turned to him, her dark eyes searching his face. He met her gaze steadily. Her expression slowly changed from anguish to compassion, and she reached out and touched his mouth gently. Lennox smiled a peace-offering, and it was answered. He pulled her to him and kissed her until the kiss was returned. Then they sat quietly, allowing the silence to speak for them and heal the quarrel.
Suddenly the truck door was wrenched open and a burly man bawled: "What the hell are you doing in there?"