Theo opened his eyes and looked at the bedside clock: 9:38 AM. Weekend free, two weeks of uno starting Tuesday; life was good. And he was hard. Not unusual, first thing in the morning. It'd been something like five days since they'd managed an evening quickie: forever for them. As the rest of his senses caught up to his brain, he realized, without rolling over to look, that Jen wasn't lying beside him. He couldn't hear her breathing, or the pages of the Janet Evanovich novel she'd just got out from the library. And he couldn't feel that wonderful left over warmth which meant she'd just got up a couple...