“I can’t do beers tonight, Bob. Something came up at work,” John said into the phone after his friend’s voicemail greeting.
“Hey Honey, there’s some bad traffic out here and rather than sit in it and get home late anyways, I’m going to grab a bite to eat and hopefully it will clear up. Don’t hold dinner for me.”
Jenny hung up the phone and turned to John, smiling. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say we have that surprise you promised?”
John smiled back at her and opened the door behind him, into the bedroom.