"I...I just wondered what time you'd be home...so I could start dinner...I called your office phone, you didn't answer."
"I'm in Jack's office," she said tartly, then giggled, a sound I knew was meant for him, not for me.
"Oh," I said, biting my lip. Jack. Jack.
"I'll text you when we are...ohhhhhh," she inhaled sharply, "when...when we are done...sweetie..."
Just before she hung up, I heard a groan, a masculine groan, then a moan from her, "Jack, oh fuck, Jack, oh...."
And the line went silent.