Ken flung open Shiitake’s bathroom door—skin glistening with drops of chlorine-free, energized water and wrapped only in one of her organic cotton bath towels. "Have you seen my cell phone?" he asked hurriedly, "I forgot to check for calls."
"Yes, it’s right here." Shiitake’s cheeks were smarting with embarrassment at being found with it in her hands. "I picked it up because it kept vibrating and I thought it might be your office and…"
"Well, who was it?" Ken blurted out. Shiitake remembered the knot of tension she had found when shiatsuing his shoulders the previous evening. Could his worry be the cause?
"It was a woman," Shiitake’s voice had lost all expression, "about little Stan…""Oh my goodness!" Ken exclaimed, his face revealing deep concern, "I hope he’s okay. Shiitake, I have to go…" He grabbed his clothes and ran back into the bathroom to dress. (more…)
