Dean snorted. It would be a very typical reason for a man to go drinking. He couldn't sympathize, no one had ever sent him into a tizzy like that, but Dean had always guarded his feelings and kept emotions out of the equation. "Wife or mistress?" Or worse, both. If he were a kinder person, he might have paused to consider that the other occupant of the bar was having a real problem, but as long as he didn't get too loud about their little game, it was fine.

"Glad I don't have those kind of problems." Dean grimaced, thinking his lifestyle was not for everyone, but it certainly worked for him.