None of your business

You trust your wife. This text has an innocent explanation. It might be from a girlfriend. There's a hundred things it could be. You simply place the phone back down, and return to open the bathroom door.
Jenna is stepping from the shower, grabbing a towel as water drips from her amazing body. You swallow any lingering paranoia about the text and put on your best smile.
"Morning, baby."
Jenna looks up, meeting your gaze with a smile. "Morning to you, too." She hugs you, and you plant a quick kiss on her lips. "Thanks for letting me sleep in a little. So much to do today, though."
"You got a text while you were in the shower." You grab khaki shorts and a black tee, dressing quickly. You go commando in the summer, which Jenna doesn't like.

As you dress, you watch Jenna read the text. She shakes her head slightly, then tosses the phone down.
"Problem?"
"No problem. Just someone who doesn't know how to listen. How many times do I have to tell people not to bother me this weekend?"
"Work-related then." She gives you a quick nod.
"Father of one of the girls I do private yoga sessions for."
"Father, huh?" you give her a guarded look.
"Don't start, James." she clucks as she dresses in lacy black boyshort panties, a matching bra, and an orange and cream dress with floral patterned, knee-length skirts.
"I didn't say anything." _You around. I've been thinking about you. _Does that really fit the story she's giving you? Maybe this father is being a little too friendly with his daughter's yoga instructor. You decide to leave it be, though. She's a big girl. She could put any number of perverted fathers in their place.

"I have to get to the grocery store. There are a lot of things to get. Would you please go with me? I could use a pair of strong hands." she gives you her best wicked smile.