CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kelly Higdon knew she wasn’t going to make it back to work on time, but she didn’t care. It was one of those days where she had a million things to do over the course of her hour-long lunch break. Besides…no one ever came back when they were supposed to. She worked at the kind of place where some people came back from lunch with margaritas on their breath or, as was the case with her supervisor and the married receptionist, reeking of s*x.
So if she was yelled at for being fifteen minutes late for trying to cram four errands into the space of an hour, they could kiss her ass. She hated the job anyway. She wanted to be a journalist, not writing dry and often bloated proposals for a telecom company.
She came to the destination of her final errand with that mindset driving
