She put up her fists to playfully tap punches on his chest, which only made her looks smaller. "Tiny but tough." She pointed to her pants that were still in a pile on the floor. "In the pocket, have at." She could have had him use the landline, but that would come up with a name on caller id.

She left him to make his call, both because he deserved the privacy and because she didn't want any part of hearing his answers to his wife's questions.