I Hope I’m Not Losing You by Michael Gunn

I never meant to sleep with Keith’s wife. I meant to bang her, mind you, but never planned to actually lay in bed with her until the morning light. Unfortunately, I can’t hold my drink well and I fell asleep in their bed when the agency sent him away for a three-day job in Santa Monica. Such an oversight would have gone unworthy of mention had Keith not come home sooner than anyone expected.

The best I can piece together, he must have come up to the bedroom in the middle of the night and seen us naked and passed out on top of the covers. Many a man would have lost it then and there and gone into a rage. Keith, however, is the best in the business. Being a cold, calculated professional, he went out to his shed and got the bear trap – complete with teeth and extra spring – and placed it at the side of the bed.