" We just lost our electricity. You want to tell me what’s so funny about that?”
“It’s not exactly funny. It’s more of a good news/bad news situation.”
“In that case, hit me with the good news first.”
“They’re both sort of rolled up into one.”
“Stop stalling.”
“All right. Now don’t get mad, but . . .” Smothered laughter drifted toward him. “Cal . . . I’m naked. "

― Susan Elizabeth Phillips , Nobody's Baby But Mine (Chicago Stars, #3)