"Four days, three nights," Dave said to Liz.
"What does that mean? Four days, three nights what?" she asked with the slightest hint of irritation.
"Well, I was thinking that it would do us some good to get away for a few days, you know, try to reconnect. We've been at each other's throat for a while now and if we don't do something soon, well, I don't want to think about what might happen," he told her.
"So, I'm taking you on a cruise to The Bahamas. We leave tomorrow morning."
She could hear the longing in his voice. It had been quite a while since they had been intimate. They had had sex a few times over the last two months, but it had felt cold and routine. The electrifying connection they had had since the day they met five years ago had somehow faded into something unrecognizable.
Neither of them could put their finger on what the problem was. But Dave was determined to get the feisty, adventurous, sex-craved vixen that he had fallen in love with back.
"Oh my God! Are you serious?" she fumed. "We can't afford that! I can't believe you would spend that kind of money without talking to me about it first!"
"Take it easy," he said softly as he moved closer to her.