He caught up to me quickly and held my shoulders. “Audrey, what’s going on?” I swallowed and gritted my teeth. I could do this.
“Nothing,” I batted a lock of curly hair away from my face. “I’m sorry. I had… a bad dream.” Actually, this was the bad dream but apparently that opinion meant I was crazy.
this“Baby,” he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into his chest. He smelled of flour and fried ham. “It’s okay. You should have told me.”
“I’m sorry.” I said again, my face muffled against his shirt.
“Are you okay now? We can go for a walk until you feel better. I left the girls with Mrs. Hensley.” “I’m fine now.” I played along.
I had no idea who Mrs. Hensley was but I played it off. As a marketing director for a prominent firm, I’d done more than my fair share of acting to co
