Landon told Tiffany to quietly crawl under his desk. This was bad, there was no way in hell Tracey could see her.
He used her night dress to clean himself, then he put on his sweatpants and shirt and went to open the door.
“I noticed you weren’t in bed,” a sleepy eyed Tracey said to him. “I wondered what you were doing up so late, I came to check on you.”
She moved to enter the office, Landon blocked her.
“Honey, you don’t want to go in there. It’s a mess.”
“Why, what happened?” She asked brows furrowing.
“I saw a mouse and I was trying to kill it. I know how much you hate them.”
“A mouse, how did a mouse get in?” Tracey asked, looking visibly scared.
“I don’t know honey, but I’ll set a trap tomorrow. It’s still in there somewhere.”
He held her hand and turned her away from the
