She put her purse and coat on the table with her keys and crept to him on her toes. The soft carpet muffled her steps but she was pretending to be stealthy. He shook his head and returned to his survey of the refrigerator.

"You're still up," she whispered into his ear.

"Mmhm," he grunted.

"Are you mad at me?" she pouted at him.

"Mm-mm," he grunted.

"Oh, DA-ddy," she teased, tugging at his shoulders. She pressed herself against him in her shimmering top and hung from his back. He felt her chest nestle softly under his armpit. "You're not hungry," she chided him.

"No," he sighed. "Just can't sleep."...