Suddenly Derek looked at his wife, saying, "Sorry honey, I'm going to have to excuse myself. There's a problem at work and I'm needed.”
"But Derek ..." began Ruth, as she watched him stand and put on his jacket.
"I'll phone you," he replied quickly, then turned, heading for the door.
Frank gave his sister a sympathetic smile. Then said, “That shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry Ruth. I know he's your husband, but I just don't trust him."
Outside the restaurant Derek felt a welcome release, and took out his phone again. A beep sounded and he opened the text with a smile.
"Meet me at Malibu club in 40 minutes. The text was short and sweet. He knew all about The Malibu , on the far side of town but had never visited. A twinge in his groin awoke some feelings that lay suppressed there and he couldn't wait to get there.