Paul was still shaking his head as he steered his car toward the club.
“You all right over there? Something wrong with your head?” Megan asked.
“My head is fine, you vixen. Other parts of my body—well, I’m not so sure.”
She laughed. “You’ll be fine. Besides, we’re just warming up for later.”
“Is that so?”
Before he could say anything else, his cell phone rang. It was after seven thirty, which meant it was most likely Chloe. He hadn’t told his daughter, or Cindy, of his date with Megan. No one knew except his partner. It was easier that way.
“Can you answer it and put it on speaker since I’m driving?” he asked.
Megan reached for the phone and hit the necessary buttons. She propped her elbow on the center console, and held the phone up where it would pick up his voice. “Hello, sweetpe
