When he walked through the bedroom door, I said, “What took you so long, big guy? I was about to finish this myself.”
“You must have set some speed limits.”
“Hardly that. I just got lucky with the traffic lights and caught them all just right. It happens once in a while.”
His clothes had disappeared during the conversation; then he pounced. Later, he went downstairs to the kitchen while I began the task of taking things out of boxes and putting them away. By ten, I decided that I’d accomplished enough, and Rion and I called it a night and crawled in bed. We’d just finished round one when my BlackBerry rang.
“Maybe I should ignore it,” I said.
“At least look at the number.”
I reached across him and retrieved the phone. “Don’t recognize it.”
“Better answer it, then.”
I did so, and listened for a minute or two. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said.
“Who was that?”
“Alarm company. I need to go check my house.”
“We’d better get dressed.”