Page 242 of Overcast

“I am,” he replies. “Was. Did he sound good?” I think back to his cranky tone and how strong it felt from the other side of the phone.

“Normal,” I reply. “Mean and snappy.”

Marty smiles. “Good.” His other hand finds my waist and digs lightly into my flesh. “Now, I came to find my wife so we can kick everyone out of here.”

I glance down at my phone. “It’s ten o’clock.”

“Perfect. More time.”

“One more hour,” I protest through one of Marty’s growls. “And then we’ll kindly tell everyone we’re going to bed.”

“To fuck,” Marty notes. “You’re not going to fool anyone, sweetheart.”

“I’m not going to say that,” I reply with a smack to his chest. “But what about Bishop and—”

“Uh, uh,” he tsk. “No talk of another dude when it’s just me and you. Repeat it with me.”

I roll my eyes. “Me and you.”

“Right. One more dance, and we tell everyone to go take a hike.” He pivots around and pulls me with him to walk out of our bedroom.

“I said one more hour,” I laugh.

“We’ll meet halfway, baby.” He peers over his shoulder, his mischievous eyes glinting at me. “That’s what married couples do.”

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