Wooden Horse
Miranda stopped in front of her husband. "Hey, I was looking for you."
"I am right here," he said reaching for her hand while closing an iPad, looking around to see who could hear them. "What can I do for you… Chief?" He knew it drove her wild when he called her that in an un-Chiefly manner.
She squeezed his hand, rubbing his knuckles. "Don't distract me. There was something else I needed to tell you."
"Mmm… about how much you love me?" Ben asked with a sly grin.
She smiled. "No, though I do. A lot."
"How much you want me?" He licked his lips and Miranda mimicked it, letting her teeth pierce the left corner of her bottom lip.
"Stop now. You're gonna make me really forget." She tapped the iPad, her nails clicking the case. "Shoot, what the heck was it?"
Ben moved closer to her and dropped his voice: "Did you want to tell me which conference room to meet you in?"
"No," she whispered, not fully convinced by her own answer. She touched his scrub shirt inconspicuously, feeling his muscles. "Got it!"
"What?"
"Tuck has soccer practice in an hour and it's your turn to drop him off. Make sure you take orange slices and water please." Miranda stood on her toes and kissed her husband. "Oh, and Option 3 is for when you get back," she said in his ear.
"Yes, Chief."