Chapter 91

I finally made it to the master bedroom, where I stripped and headed for the shower. Stepping under the hot spray, I closed my eyes and allowed the water to wash away the tension. I must have zoned out for a minute, because I was jolted to a state of alertness by a pair of very friendly arms encircling me from behind.

“Finally,” I said.

“Finally?” Mike, my partner, said.

“Babe, I came home in dire need of TLC—I hope you’re going to deliver.”

“You bet.”

He delivered—in spades—first in the shower, and again in the bedroom. When we were both finally sated, it was too late to go to the wine shop in Five Points and join our impromptu tasting group, so we opted to stay home and order a pizza. We settled down on the enclosed porch of our house to enjoy our pizza and a bottle of Shiraz, and between us, we managed to demolish the bottle of wine and most of a large pizza. Thor, of course, got his share of crusts and bits and pieces.