“If we had a bed, we could sleep here tonight,” he said.
“It’ll be here tomorrow. Be careful how much strain you put on that shoulder.”
“I’ll live.”
We decided to go back to Butts on the Creek for a barbecue dinner, and by eight we were back at the motel and settled on the balcony with our wine. I opened my laptop and read through all of the case information yet again. Damn it,I thought, there’s something I’m missing. I hadn’t given the case much thought during the time of Mike’s injury and subsequent events, but now I was beginning to focus on it and get frustrated.
Mike saw the look on my face. “Case still bugging you?”
“You bet. I know that somebody told me something very important, but it just won’t come to me. Yet.”
“In good time, babe. Ready to go to bed?”
“Sure. I’ll take out my frustrations on your ass.”
“Works for me.”