Toby now began to pace the bedroom. “He’s met me. He knew you were married. We’d been out to dinner with him and his wife.”

“Yeah, well that’s how scumbags operate, Toby.”

“Did you remind him that he knew me?”

“I’m sorry, Toby, no, I didn’t, I really didn’t realize this was about you at the time.”

But it was a little about him, wasn’t it? This was his wife! It’s one thing to hit on someone whose spouse you don’t know. But he was real. Toby was real. And Matt Klein didn’t even see him as threat enough to stop himself from hitting on her. Matt barely registered Toby’s existence. Matt was not afraid of Toby’s wrath.