'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 26

“I thought I might find you two here,” Ben said.

“It’s not what it looks like!” said Roger. “We were just...”

Sarah spun to face the voice. She felt Roger let go of her and she wished for a moment that he hadn't. She had known that Ben was coming, but the brief encounter had left a flutter of excitement plucking away at her heartstrings.

Ben laughed. “Maybe I should have stuck around to ‘use the bathroom’,” he said, emphasizing the latter part of the sentence with air-quotes.

Roger’s face turned bright pink.

“I think what Roger was trying to say is that we were looking for a minute to ourselves and stumbled into your room. You wouldn’t mind keeping this to yourself would you?” Sarah asked.

“Ya, whatever. Your brother is on the phone, Roger. Do you want to answer it or should I tell him that the sheriff is doing a special investigation on ya?

Sarah looked over at Roger. The shade of pink on his face had intensified. “Oh no, I’ll get it,” he said.

Ben grinned. “I bet you will.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at Ben. “Okay Ben, why don’t you show us where the phone is,” she said.

Ben’s eyes connected with Sarah’s, and he looked away. “Fine,” he said flatly. “I was just havin’ a little fun… But, one last thing Roger.”

Sarah walked out of the bedroom past Ben and into the hall way.

“You sure look mighty purty in that shade of lipstick,” Ben said.

Sarah turned in time to watch as Roger’s face turned as red as a beet. He hurried past her and into the bathroom. He grabbed a tissue and started scrubbing at his lips. She peeked into the mirror and touched up her own lipstick. She and Roger then followed Ben down the stairs. The trio walked into the kitchen. Ben pointed at the telephone, which rested on a small wooden table. Roger picked up the receiver.

“Hey Buck,” Roger spoke into the phone. “You there?” Roger paused for a moment while he listened. “The truck broke down? Where’re ya at?”

Roger grabbed the pad of paper and pen which lay beside the phone’s cradle. He scribbled down something on the sheet of paper.

“Got it, 347 Maple Drive, a big brick house. Okay, we’ll see you in a few.”