Your husband, Atticus Neal, who happens to be your professor for a British Lit grad course, paces at the front of the room discussing medieval chivalry.

Next to you, Wade Boaz, nudges your elbow before makes a joke before offering his pen when your pencil breaks. He whispers, “A few of us are going out tonight at J’s pub. You in? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Atticus, with eyes everywhere, sharply glances at you two before adjusting his glasses. “Wade, repeat what I said. Word for word.”