Aching leg wakes Loril before seven Sunday morning. Quite content with Saturdays events she leaves a soft kiss on Donny's forehead before getting out of bed.

Gathering their dirty clothes into an old wicker laundry basket Loril begins the list of chores, heading for the bathroom next.

Passing through the kitchen taking the dirty laundry to washer in the mudroom she takes notice of the sink. The soap bubbles that once covered the surface have all popped.

Submerged in the now cold water the remaining pans wait. Resting the basket against the counter she pulls the sink drain plug. Tossing the dish towels into the basket the fabric slides across forearm reminding her of Donny's distracting caresses while washing dishes. Sly eyes form as she looks towards bedroom considering waking him, gently. Giving herself goose-bumps shakes the idea from mind, for the moment.

Distracted from the aching leg Loril grins away starting the washing machine. As the water fills mixing with the detergent she checks clothes pockets before tossing them in. In Donny's pockets she always finds some sort of paper that would've become soggy and shredded. Picking up his cargo pants feeling weighted she sighs shaking head, what the hell did he leave in these?

Fishing through the many pockets she sets found items on the dryer; house keys, company ID card, wallet, a couple twenty dollar bills, the bag marijuana they've yet smoked, a charging cord and a cellphone.

Wondering why he has a cellphone and whose it could be she quickly figures out how to bring up the main screen and find contacts. She notices no calls have been made in or out, nor does there seem to be any texts. Under contacts there are only three contacts listed by letter, D, R, T. Inspecting contact details D's phone number is unknown as well as R, though it sounds familiar to her. Checking T she knows that number trying to recall it she finishes checking pockets and tossing clothes into the machine.

Retrieving her cellphone brings up the contact list. Ah T is Tom's number. Checking her list of R names can't match one to the mystery cellphone none of the D's even come close to known numbers. Her mind automatically goes to Friday night when Donny came home from Tom's he avoided eye contact discussing the evening.

In thought her fingers drum on the counter-top slowly looking towards the bedroom debating waking Donny. Being just to find out, she places the drain plug back in the sink to finish the dishes. Over thinking it to a point Donny is cheating and using the phone for it the pans get a very good scrubbing.

Rumbling washing machine and a pan repetitively banging against stainless steel wake Donny from slumber. Figuring Loril's aches have her up and at it today Donny recalls why the dishes were never finished. Able to dig away another day of play Donny slyly looks towards the kitchen, envisioning creeping up behind and sliding his hands across her back to tummy kissing the nape of the neck maybe nibble of the ear.

Emptying the sink water Loril wipes down the counters certain something's going on. So use to the old farmhouse she hears the creaks created by Donny getting out of bed. Now needing any issues and the phone explained she picks it up and turns waiting to see the white of his eyes.

Slinking down the hall to surprise Loril it becomes quiet in the kitchen. With an impish smile Donny attempts to ascertain her position, by peeking around the corner. Leaning against the counter arms crossed Loril is glaring directly at his peeking white eyes.

Her stern look concerns him enough to remove the smile and step into view, "what's up Loril? Are you hurtin' or upset about something?"

Not wanting to sound crazy putting her conclusions out there displays the phone, "this was in the pocket of the pants - you wore Friday."

"Tom gave it to me," high in mind at the time and not wanting it in the first place he forgot all about it. Avoiding the whole truth he goes with a half truth hoping to appease her, "since I didn't have one. So I could call you. I was telling them I wished I had one to have called you to you about the job when I first got it, instead of waiting all day."

Hearing she was in thought is pleasant to the ears. However Loril's mind detects facetious almost condescending tone. "really? Then why didn't you tell me about it? Better yet if it was about me wouldn't I be the first one you call?"

"Um.." damn she's good, "I got too high forgot all about it."

"Yeah?"

"Hey," in defense he points to the couch, "I passed out on you before midnight."

Her eyes remain focused on his as they now track about the space around them, "so if you want me to believe you JUST forgot, why isn't my number in the contact list? Tom's is, and two other numbers."

"Ah..." I'm done for, fearing the mention of their scheming ways asks for the phone, "let me see it please. Tom set it up even put an hour of time on it for me."

Receiving eye contact she hands the phone over, "Tom is listed T. So who are R and D?"

"Hmm..." Donny gently takes the phone, "thank-you. I guess R must be for Rod, maybe D is for Debbie. But I assure you there's nothing going on between me and his woman." He takes longer finding the contact list, "If you're thinking these are girls I'm seeing on the side, you're crazy. Cause you know the only girl I'm crazy about is YOU."

"Better be." His tone appreciated she calms some, "but I have Debbie's number in case I needed to get a hold of Rod, for you. Not like we hang out any more. Why did they invite us over next Sunday? When I was in the hospital or laid up here she never visited, sure got the occasional call. Is there something going on?" Momentarily perplexed not wanting to accuse but grateful for getting it out there.

"Huh?..." does she know? "...there's nothing going on with Rod and Debbie, that I know of. He just said she wanted to have a get together." Donny finally accesses contact information, "yes, this is Tom's number."

"I know that," her head shakes in annoyance, "who are the other two?"

"I don't know," as she huffs to the reply he checks the other two numbers, "I'm pretty sure this is Rod's number... the other ... I don't know it."

Her eyes roll, "call it."

He shrugs, "okay," and presses the screen a couple times sending the call.

They both wait staring at the phone, its screen reads caller busy and disconnects.

He again shrugs showing her the display, "I don't know what to say."

Unable to actually see the screen she considers he only pretended to call, "let me see that." She reaches out for the phone.

"Okay," shrugging he hands it over.

Reading the number once more she then attempts to send a call. Again the screen reads caller busy and disconnects. "Hey why didn't this go to a message service. Wouldn't that mean you're blocked? ... Or ..." She sets the phone on the counter with the number displayed.

"I don't know what to say dear." He watches her retrieve her own phone and log in the number, "what are you thinking there?"

"Just a minute," She hold up a finger to wait while using the other hand to complete entering the numbers and hitting send, "let's see what happens."

The mystery phones begins playing Rick Astley's Whenever You Need Somebody. Both laugh realizing the mystery number is for the mystery phone. Listening to the lyrics Loril calms figuring Tom's actually helping Donny out in a humorous manor however concerns of cheating don't fade away.

Sharing a laugh she points to the phone, "Ah-hah, you got Rick-rolled." Is there more to why Tom gave him this phone though?

"I guess," still laughing Donny picks up the phone to end call and song, "that's enough of that, you'll have to show me how to change that?"

"I don't know?..." entering the new phone number into her contact list, "...Might switch mine to, Never Going To Give You Up, just so we have a couples thing."

"Okay," Donny smiles sensing her better mood, "but like I told him I'm not suppose to have it in the greenhouse with me." He enters her number into the phones contact list and carries on with the theme as L.

"It is nice to know I'm easier to get a hold of right?" She sets the phone aside calm enough to prepare a proper breakfast.

"Always," setting his new-found-phone aside slides up behind Loril hugging her in to chest, "and the only girl I wanna call anyway." He kisses the nape of her neck.

"You betcha," smiling she nestles into him.

Able to ease into the day they enjoy a simple breakfast of coffee, omelets and toast. Finished off with a puff of Tom's latest stuff.

Returning to laundry and room tidying Loril occupies mind and body. Making sure all is still in working order Don gets dressed to check on the vehicles. Both start right away both require fluid levels topped up to finish their auto task.

Over dinner Loril inquires on Sunday with Rod and Debbie if they should bring anything. Uncertain and not even considering it Donny regretted being invited so suggested they bring a big bag of chips. Wanting to do better she thought of baking squares, cup cakes or a plate of cookies. Happily Donny would help consume anything she created. When discussing dosing goods with THC extracts she noticed Donny was into it. Asking if his greenhouse supplies herb for extracts he's uncertain asking again what they do with the waste plant material Donny was suspiciously quick with answers and avoided direct eye contact in response. Content in the moment not much consideration was given to his response. In that moment Donny was concerned her sharp legal mind and too many crime dramas watched between them she was leading him somewhere he did not want to go. While she talked desserts he cursed himself for mentioning where he worked to the guys. Then mentally cursed them for their crazy scheme and roping him into it. Donny prayed they'd never call and was certain he wouldn't be making the call wanted.

That night as Donny easily drifted off to sleep Loril was left in thought; At first a list of baking ingredients to acquire this week. THC or not she thought more on Donny's responses. Was there anything to be concerned about other than infidelity? Knowing the criminal minds of the males involved with Friday night are they trying to use Donny? The mere idea of Donny mixed into one of their schemes turns into a myriad of mental scenarios all ending with Donny behind bars.

Several times she was tempted to wake him and ask. Studying him sleeping peacefully she sighs asking in a hush tone the only thing that matters, "you'll do anything for me, right?"

Donny barely mumbles the reaffirming reply, "mhmm."

She restrains a comforted smile, "you're not planning anything are you?"

He emits something sounding like, "no."

Content with that Loril softly kisses his cheek, "I love you."

Donny returns the sentiment, barely audible, "luv u t..."

Rolling over she gets comfortable and attempts to finally quiet the mind, with desires of joining him in slumber.