Ben nodded and tried to summon some moisture into his dry mouth. His lips smacked and his throat was full of sticky sounds. "Did they get it all?" he asked. That was really all he cared about at the moment.
Because if Ben allowed himself to care about the scene he'd just woken from, he'd call his wife a bitch right to her face. A plotting, lying bitch.
He forced himself to believe this wasn't the same woman.