After dinner, Max poured himself a drink and put the leftover food away. At eight thirty, he tucked Jordan into bed. Then, he worked on one of his tougher cases.
The next day Emily picked Jordan up from school, but did so in pajamas, and with bed hair.
"How was school?" she asked the girl, distractedly.
"Good, we read"
At home, Emily and Jordan had leftovers from the night before. Then, the phone rang. It was Hank Lohan. He was a vice detective in his fifties.
"Leave my son alone!" he told her. "Or I will tell your husband" Then he hung up. Hank's son was married.
"Who was that mommy?" Jordan asked.
"Wrong number" Not caring, Emiliy shrugged, as she put the phone back.
A fortnight later, she was in one of her chipper phases to the relief of Max. One night Hank's son, Greg came to see her when Jordan was asleep.
"Your dad called." She told him as both sat on the couch in the living room.
"What did he say?" he raised his bright red eyebrows.
"To leave you alone or else he'd tell Max."
"How'd he find out?"
"I don't know. Why didn't he yell at you?"
"He probably thinks I'm under your spell, which is true, by the way." He flirted
"Prove it" she breathed in a low voice.
TBC
