Chapter One
Kevin Ryan let himself into the house he shared with his wife Jenny late at night. It had been a gruelling day at work, but they had successfully solved another case and put it behind them. Now he was looking forward to a little R&R and maybe catch a late night movie on TV with Jenny.
He loosened his tie as he walked to the bedroom, his formal shoes click - clacking on the tiled floor. He stood at the dresser, undoing his tie and taking in his exhausted face in the mirror. He rolled up his tie neatly and put it into a shelf in the dresser reserved for his ties, when he felt a pair of slender arms wind themselves round his torso and a soft, warm body press itself against him. "Jenny," he smiled, turning around and hugging his wife. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling. She looked relaxed in a white printed dress and her soft hair curling around her face. "Why don't you go jump in the shower while I set things up for dinner?" she asked, winding her arms round his neck. "Sure thing, babe," he replied, kissing her softly on the mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, he was out of the shower and in a pair of patched jeans and an old T-shirt. He padded barefoot into the kitchen, following the smell of Jenny's cooking. She was setting the table and had her back to him, so it was his turn to wind his arms round her waist. "Smells good," he murmured into her ear, not just talking about the food. She grinned, catching on to his meaning. "We're not doing anything till your stomach's full, Mr. Ryan," she said mock - sternly. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied, obediently seating himself at the table.
After a delicious dinner of crab and rice, the Ryans found themselves cuddled on the big sofa in the living room, watching TV. They were cradling glasses of red wine and kissing softly and tenderly between sips. "This is such a perfect ending to a work day," sighed Kevin, leaning back and stretching his legs out in front of him. Jenny smiled, her eyes warm with love. He leaned down and kissed her. She could taste the wine on his lips. She kissed him back, moving her lips with his, loving him. He set his wine glass down on the table next to the sofa and threaded his fingers through her hair, feeling its softness, his other arm wrapped round her waist. She pressed herself to him, returning his kiss wholeheartedly. They pulled apart a few minutes later, breathing hard. Kevin's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated. "Jenny," he breathed. She stood up and pulled him up by the hand. He held her face between his palms and they kissed, short but hard. "Let's go to bed," Jenny whispered, leading him by the hand to the bedroom. The door closed behind them with a soft click.
