"Dad joined her. He was holding his camera as well. "Chris, honey. Whenyou're done with the Internet, can you please log off of it."Whoops. "Sorry dad..." I smiled."This is the second time in two weeks I picked up the den phone only torealize you were still dialed-in. Hang up the Internet when you're notusing it. Unless you want to pay the phone bill, that is." Sorry again," I said. "It just slipped my mind. It won't happen again."He smiled at me, laughed and shook his head chuckling.Both Mom and. Sure glad Friday’s here and I’m really happy to see you guys.”I laughed and winked as I said, “I’ll bet you are!”Jack actually blushed, which I found amusing. I invited him in and gestured for him to head upstairs to the kitchen. I followed, chuckling to myself. If I was sharing, then I was also not going to completely ignore the situation between Jack and me. He’d have to put up with some friendly ribbing and to accept that there was an ante for being in the game.We arrived at the door to the. That was his whole problem.He'd turned off the lights in his office, closing the door when the phone began to ring. It had been a close thing, him going back in to answer it. He'd almost turned around and left. But a niggling uncertainty had him opening the door and racing across the dark room to grab the phone."Hampton," he growled."We got an officer down at the safe house where we stashed your waitress, Hampton. I think you need to get over there."He didn't even bother to answer the chief,. He knew exactly where he was and exactly what he was doing today. He’d shower, dress, eat something, drive an hour to his office, work until 12:30, eat lunch, work until 4:45, and drive an hour home again. He liked his architecture practice, though, so the chances were good that there would be an interesting problem to solve during the day; since he was a fine and innovative architect, the chances were good that he’d come up with an interesting solution to that problem. He wasn’t unhappy..