A quiet knock at my open office door and I look up from the report in front of me to find my wife smiling back at me with a visitor's ID pass clipped, plainly visible, to the collar of her silk blouse.
"Well hello." I say without trying to conceal my surprise. "What brings you by?"
There is an odd smile playing across her lips when she says. "Bryce kicked me out of my office."
I stand, and walk around the desk. Shaking my head in the negative, I drop a light kiss on her lips.
Her eyes sparkle. "What? You don't believe me?
"No, I don't."
"I don't know why not?" She feints insult.
"Because you are withholding information."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because no one, not anyone, not Bryce, not even me could kick you out of your office without your consent. So what's the story Dr. Scarpetta?"
"Come to lunch with me and I'll tell you all about it…..if you're not too busy."
"Of course I'm busy, but it might be fifteen years before this happens again, so let's go." I place my hand in hers and let her lead the way.