"Yeah?"
"Jim?"
Oh no. Ummm
"No, it's Sara. Wrong speed dial?" Lets hope so.
"No. It's definitely his number, his phone. Did you pick it up by mistake?" That was what I was thinking!
"Must have. What do you need him for anyway?" Wrong question, I shouldn't be interested. He doesn't pick up on it.
"Doesn't matter. Do you think he has your phone?" Not really no, cause it's probably sitting where his just was.
"Probably. Listen. I'll call my cell and tell him to call you okay. It will give me chance to organise getting mine back if nothing else." Yeah right.
"Fine. Let him know I called but that there is no emergency. Bye." Close call. Now all I have to do…
I turn over and smack downwards. "Griss wants you to call him. No emergency but call. I am going back to sleep!" I put his cell back without explanation.
I listen to Jim fumbling for the cell phone and call Griss. "No Gil, it's Jim. Why would it be Sara? No, this is my phone. Sara has it? Are you drunk?"
I am so dead. The secret is not only out but blown so far out of the water it has hit the atmosphere. I hear the cogs grinding in his brain. I can feel his stare through my eyelids. I turn over. This is not going to be pretty. I listen to him hang up and put the phone back on the nightstand.
"We either need different ring tones, different phones or to turn them off completely when in bed!"
Cuddling up to his warm back I totally agree!