I had dinner that evening at Frank’s. It was simple fare, but I didn’t care so long as I could be with Frank.
Of course we talked about Burke, and I told him what I had learned.
“You could, I suppose, call his wife and see how he’s doing.”
“I don’t think so. If she really cares about him, she’ll be terribly worried, and I wouldn’t want to bother her. But given what he told me last night, I don’t think she’d want to hear from me. I think I’ll just check the hospital tomorrow sometime. Did we have anything planned?”
“Nope. I’d thought we might do some snuggling in the morning, since there’s no rush to get out of bed, and see what, if anything, follows that. And we really should work out. All this holiday food and lack of activity is dangerous.”
I grinned at him. “There’s been a certain
