His lips were warm and firm against her, seducing her out of her madness. She pushed against his chest and pulled back. "You baktag, you messed with my mind again."
He got lazily to his feet. "More Klingon swearwords?"
"Yes, my grandmother didn't believe women should swear, and I have a mouth like a sailor, so I learned Klingon."
He took her elbow and they went down the stairs and to the car waiting for them. "Did she ever catch on to what you were doing?"
"If she did, she never said. She asked me once what I said and I told her it was a new language I learned with my online friends." Again she noticed Mark and Samuel carefully scanning the neighborhood before getting into the car.
Mark and Sabrina stared out of their respective windows on the way to the restaurant. What happened to the uncomplicated, happy times they'd spend together when they first married? Shouldn't they still be wildly in love and everyday feel like a honeymoon?