"Mr. Chambers!" When there was no response on the phone, Theodore called out louder.
Clarice snapped back to reality, quickly patting her warm cheeks. What the heck was she daydreaming about in broad daylight? Focus, girl. Handle the real business first.
"Honey," she lowered her voice.
Theodore hadn't expected her to be on the other end. He paused. "Yeah?"
Right after, his secretary's voice followed, "Sir, the meeting's about to start."
Yep, her husband was clearly swamped.
"Are you free this Sunday? Can you come with me to visit my parents?" she asked.
"My dad wants to meet you," Clarice added.
Honestly, what she really wanted to say was: Theodore, please do me a favor and just come with me to the Sullivan's.
"I've got a business trip to Riveton on Saturday,"
