We were two nameless strangers sharing a smoke on a dark highway. Though as I walked back to my truck I wish we’d shared more. Still, she's married to some fancy big-city surgeon, and so I tell myself that walking away is the right decision. But now fate crosses our paths again . . . And this time I don't walk away. This time I make a decision: To heck with keeping promises, I decide . . . I'm gonna keep her instead.