“I thought you’d never get home. Where have you been all day?” “I checked in,” he reminded her. “Yes, but I didn’t realize ordering a cord of firewood, checking your messages at the office and taking a look at the progress on Cooper’s bar was going to eat up six hours.” “Am I making you late?” he asked. “No, not yet.” He sat down at the kitchen table. “Eve staying home tonight?” “That’s her plan, but I think the boyfriend is coming over. You’re okay with that, right? I’m going out to dinner with my bunco partner. If I have more than a glass and a half of wine, I might stay over. I’ll text you so I don’t wake you with a ringing phone. And if I do spend the night, I’ll be home in the morning, first thing.” “Just enjoy yourself,” he said. “Listen, you got a minute?” “Sure. I might even have ten.” “Can this be between us? I think it’s personal. Don’t talk to Carrie about it, all right?” It was the look on his face more than his request that had her sitting down at the table with him.
