"Yeah, honey, I've got to take another call. I'll be home by nine."
"Alright. I'll just put your meatloaf in the fridge, then. Say goodnight to Junior." She tried putting the receiver to the screaming toddler's ear.
He returned to his barstool, nodded at the sexy bartender. "A round on me, sweetheart."
"She mad?"
"Nah. She thinks I'm workin' OT."
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