Chapter 74

I spent an hour online doing further research; then I prepared a complete report for my client, attached it to an e-mail, and pushed the ‘send’ button. The glasses of wine I’d consumed during the process mellowed me more than a little bit, so I climbed into the lumpy bed, composed my thoughts, and contacted Nate.

{Nate, are you there?}

{Right here.}

{Busy?}

{I’m in bed watching television and waiting to hear from you. When are you coming home?}

{Damned if I know. I didn’t learn a lot today, so I sent an e-mail to the client asking him if he wanted to authorize another day or two.}

{Shit.}

{Exactly. I wish you were here.}

{Really?}

{Yeah, I could take my frustrations out on your ass.}

{That’s not funny.}

{Sorry, babe. I’m tired and frustrated.}

{Why don’t we do something about that frustration?}

An image of Nate lying naked and erect in bed hit me, and I forgot about my problems for a while.

When it was over, he sent,{Feel better now?}

{You know I do.}