Chapter 9Steve splashed cold water on his face in the sink. The questions had begun. When he went back out there, she would be on him. He could surrender and tell her now, but what was he going to say?
He dried his face and hung the towel. Maybe he should just go home. The game was over, and dinner almost done, except for the burger on his plate and half a beer. Shame to let it go to waste.
He turned off the bathroom light and went into the hall. When he got to the den, they both were looking at him, plus Taco. What was up with that? He sat in his place.
“When was the last time you went out on a weekend?” Genie didn’t waste any time.
“I don’t know. It’s been a while.”
“And you’re still doing the real estate thing during the day?”
“Yeah.” Taco ran up and put a paw on his foot.
“How’s
