Available Darkness Season 2

bottle and he a wine steward.
    Hannah was already warm, and on the verge of three glasses too many.
    She held up her hand. “No, no, I’m good,” she said, giggling at his impression.
    “That’s good,” Greg said, holding the carafe close to his eyes and lightly swirling the liquid at the bottom. “Not much more than a sip left, anyway.” He lifted the large carafe to his lips, finished it off, then dropped it into the wicker basket.
    “Wow, we finished all the sangria?” Hannah said, genuinely impressed.
    “No, you finished most of it, you lush!” Greg jabbed his finger between her breasts, smiling.
    “No, I didn’t! You did,” she said, setting her glass on the blanket and crawling toward Greg. She climbed on top, straddling him, then leaned into his body, kissed his mouth, and teased his lips with her tongue.
    Hannah imagined they’d have a nice romantic evening in their bedroom after a long romantic bath in the oversize whirlpool Jacuzzi, but she was horny now, and no longer willing to wait. Greg’s hardness pressed against his pants, and her dress.
    She looked around to see if they were still alone. They were beside a lake in the middle of nowhere, save for a few other cabins in the distance. She couldn’t imagine anyone sitting in their windows, watching with binoculars. If so, screw it, let them enjoy the show.
    She laughed at the thought, and her current level of daring, then reached down to unbuckle his pants.
    “What are you doing?” Greg asked, also looking around as if they were in the middle of Hanley Park back home, surrounded by joggers, kids playing, and people walking their dogs.
    “I think you know,” Hannah said, winking.
    Greg laughed at her wink. “Wow, you are a terrible winker!”
    “What?”
    “Yeah, you’re wink was kind of like, I dunno, Quasimodo?”
    Hannah slapped him playfully across the chest, “Bastard!” then climbed off his crotch and pouted.
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    “Nope, I don’t accept your apology,” she said playfully.
    “You have to.”
    “Why?”
    “Um,” Greg looked to the violet sky as if there was a clever comeback hiding inside it. As he opened his mouth, his cell rang from inside the picnic basket.
    “I thought you turned it off!” she said, turning from Greg and reaching into the basket. She looked at the display — PRIVATE: BLOCKED.
    “Who is Private: Blocked? Is he related to General Pain?” she asked, smiling, trying to make a joke.
    “Gimme the phone,” Greg said, rushing to answer.
    Something, Hannah didn’t know if it was because she was drunk or if she was annoyed that he was letting his work invade their time, made her hold the phone just out of reach. “Nope. No business. It’s Us Time, remember?”
    Greg reached for the phone and she pulled it back, hopping to her feet and sprinting away from him, laughing. Three steps from Greg, Hannah’s foot knocked over her wine glass, and she fell to the grass, dropping the phone on the blanket.
    Greg grabbed the phone, glared at her, then took the call.
    “Greg here.”
    He began to walk off, likely looking for some privacy, when Hannah felt a pang of hurt, from both his glare and indifference. He could have helped her to her feet, but grabbed the phone instead.
    What a jerk!
    Hannah sat at the blanket’s edge, watching the spilled red wine spread through the fibers. She fumed as Greg walked farther away from their cozy spot, into the woods along the trail they’d taken to get from the cabin to the lake, until he was nearly out of sight. What was so important that it couldn’t wait? And what was with the blocked number?
    “He’s having an affair.”
    Her inner whisper was so sudden, insistent, and out of the blue, she almost had to laugh. The whisper, as if it was from someone else, even though it was her voice and tone, demanded her attention.
    “Think about it. He’s always working late. Sometimes he takes calls in front of you for work, then other times, he goes off to another room. When he does take calls in front of you, it sounds like he’s talking in coded language, like a parent who doesn’t want their kid to catch on to Christmas planning.”
    No, he’s not cheating! Greg is like the nicest guy I’ve ever known. Sure, he works a lot, and that’s annoying, but so do I, and I’m not sleeping around. I truly doubt he is.
    “Yeah? How would you know?”
    Because I know!
    “You don’t even know what you don’t know.”
    Hannah sat wondering what