Back at the house, as they exited the car, Sean said, “Look, Dad's at work, I'll make sure and call when we're on our way home, and Jason and Lisa aren't due by until this evening. If you guys feel the need to… console each other, I won't say a word.”
He shut the door, leaving them in privacy, and drove away.
Michael looked askance at his fiancée as she fumbled the key into the lock and jiggled the cranky doorknob. “Was he suggesting what I think he was?”
“I believe so. Sean's a funny guy.” She took his hand and led him to the sofa in the formal living room, where, naturally as anything, they snuggled close together.
“I'll say.” Michael kissed her forehead. “Do you need any consoling?”
Sheridan twisted one side of her mouth, imitating Michael's formerly-habitual partial smile. “Not re
