14: Helluva Catch

Stepping out of the shower, Greg grabbed two towels, handed one to Donna and then headed through to the bedroom.

Reclining on the bed, he watched Donna drop her towel and rummage through the closet for clothes.

“What, clothes already?” he cried in mock distress.

She threw him a wry smile.

“When’d you get the idea to play act?”

“This morning,” she replied, not stopping her random search.

“Not a bad idea. I got over my issues fast.”

“Believe or not, so did I.”

“You think we can buy a couples costumes for the honeymoon- explore the concept further?”

She laughed. “I already own a few- wait until you meet Flora the French maid,” she said putting on an accent.

He was sure she was joking. “Sounds like fun but I want to know how Donna Leanne Quinton does it.”

“I’m not a screamer,” she said, turning to him with a smile.

“I like a little mime,” he told her.

She chuckled and approached him silently, taking off the towel draped over his legs.