"No way," he laughed. "I'm starving. Why don't you scurry off and clean the dirt and grime of the day off while I finish up in here?""

"Good Lord, you make me sound like I work in a construction yard." She smiled down at him, holding out a creased gray suit.

"Hmmm, I should," he took a deep breath and examined her tall, heavy form critically. "It'd really cut down on the blubber."

"Flab?" She pretended offense but was absolutely certain that she did not have flab or any extra fat whatsoever. He laughed again and had his arms around her midsection before leaning way up to put a nice...