CHAPTER 10
‘How are you today, Reuben?’
‘Fine, thanks.’
Lucy gave him a quick glance as she fired up the computer. ‘You look tired. Are things okay with you?’
He couldn’t argue with her first comment. Thinking about his appointment today and what he was going to say had kept him awake – that and Carlene’s snoring, which according to her, was a figment of his overactive imagination. In the end, he reminded himself of one of the maxims of his previous career: success depended on knowing when to plan and when to wing it. And this was a time to wing it.
Lucy, on the other hand, was looking delicious in a fresh white blouse and rose pink, hip-hugging skirt. Crisp yet soft at the same time, like a strawberry donut topped with cream. But whereas overindulging in donuts could make you sick, w
