Bad Games

24



On the ride home, Patrick said, “Such a great meal. Lorraine and Norm have discovered a little gem in that spot.”

Amy leaned back against the headrest and sighed. “It was good wasn’t it?”

“Very. Duck was amazing.”

“Better than Nicola’s back home?”

“Pretty damn close.”

Amy curled to one side, closed her eyes but asked, “So what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean do you want to head back or do you want to go somewhere for a drink?”

“I thought you might ask that.” Patrick released the sneaky smile he’d been fighting since leaving the restaurant. “Your wonderfully thoughtful husband happens to have a bottle of Cristal chilling comfortably at the cabin as we speak.”

Amy opened her eyes. “What?”

“Oh yes. Your man can be quite the devious fellow.”

Amy leaned to her left and planted a big one on the side of Patrick’s mouth. “I love Cristal,” she said.

“I know you do.”

“What about our little moon-lit stroll around the lake?” she asked.

“We can do that after.”

“After what?”

“After the champagne and…”

Amy looked at her husband with an accusatory, albeit playful eye. “The champagne and…?”

“Well, honey, if the champagne happens to puts you in a certain mood, then I can’t be held responsible for that, can I?”

Amy laughed. “You are absolutely shameless.”

Patrick shrugged. “Cozy cabin in the woods? Cristal waiting for us? Kids occupied with good friends? Call me the world’s biggest perv if you must, but I’m just lookin’ to engage in some hardcore lovin’ with my sexy wife as often as humanly possible.”

“Big perv…” And then, leaning to her left once more, she pressed her lips to his ear, kissed and licked the lobe. Whispered, “But you’re forgiven.”

Patrick stomped the accelerator.