Valerie’s cell phone rang just as she was trying to work up the nerve to reach for Eric’s underwear drawer. She snatched her hand back and answered the phone.
“Hi Mac.”
Of course it was Eric, at the very moment she was trying not to feel excessively voyeuristic in his bedroom.
“Could you also pick up a roll of blue masking tape, the kind painters use?”
“Uh, sure. What width?”
“Half or three-quarter inch. It doesn’t really matter. And maybe some food for dinner? Great thanks.” And he was gone.
Michelle stuck her head in from the living room, which had looked largely unused except for the sofa and a smaller than expected television. She’d expected Eric to own a massive entertainment system with a wall-sized screen and surround-sound speakers. It was in the bedroom that she found out hi
