Chapter 3
10:00 AM, Friday, March 29th, 2013
Lisa tried to creep out of bed. I’d been curled into her, so the withdrawal of her warmth roused me from slumber.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“Are you coming back?”
“Mm, I’m kind of hungry.”
While she went on about her business, I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. After the night we had, I thought, I probably look a fright.
Since Lisa was using our on-suite, I got up, grabbed sweats and headed for the guest bathroom where I took care of my own needs and tried to arrange my hair into some semblance of order.
When I emerged, she hadn’t come out of our bedroom yet so I decided I’d start the foraging in the kitchen.
As I rounded the breakfast island, the blinking message light on the phone caught my eye. I punched the play butt
