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“At least one of you has sense. What time will you be home?” The subtle change in the tenor of his voice on that last sentence makes me pause. “Why? Planning on tying me to the staircase banister as soon as I walk through the door?” “No. I thought we could have dinner together.” “Your lunch didn’t fill you up?” “Careful with that smart tone, wife.” Smiling, I say flippantly, “Oh, please. You love my smart tone.” After a brief pause, he says in a husky voice, “Yes.” My heart skips a beat. A rush of heat prickles my skin. All of a sudden, I’m tongue tied and breathless, unsure of what to say next. “Unless traffic is bad, I’ll be there by six.” “Good. I’ll see you then.” He disconnects, leaving me flushed and unsettled. The afternoon passes in a blur. I keep myself busy organizing s
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