He watched her go and then glanced immediately at his watch.
It's 7:13 now, he thought, and by the time we...ah,...let's see, it'll be around...um, nine...oh, forget it!
Michael tore at his coat and quickly tossed it aside. A second later and his shoulder-holster and forty-five were on top of his coat in a small pile on the bedroom floor. He threw his shirt and pants on top of them.
“Sweetheart,” he said loudly as he pushed open the bathroom door and stepped through. The shower had just come to life. He forced his way between the door and his wife and turned it back off. He grabbed her hand and led her back to the bed.
“But what about Robbie and Rebekah?”
“Who?” he said seriously as he pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the floor behind him.
“A quickie it is!” Barbara announced, pulling her husband into the shower with her and wrapping her arms around his neck.