Chapter Eight
An Interruption
Cat slept until mid-morning, the best she had slept in quite some time. The telephone woke her. She reached over to the night stand and answered it in a sleepy voice. It was Sam.
“Good morning, babe!” he greeted her.
“Good morning to you, lover. It is so good to wake up to your voice,” she said in a soft and sexy voice. “Did you sleep well.”
“After yesterday, I slept very well,” he said.
“Me too,” she told him. “Can we get together tonight?” She hoped he would say yes.
“I have some news that is not very good. I must go out of town for a few days. My work calls,” he said.
“I don’t even know what you do,” she responded. She had gotten out of bed and gone into the kitchen.
“I guess I’ve never told you,” he said.
“No, and I never asked,” she replied. “We
