Grief
“Hey, you! I’m on my way to the store to pick up a few things before I go get Mollie. Is there anything you need?”
She sounded happy. Apparently she’d had a good day at work.
“No, babe. I’m good.” But he had to ask anyway. “How was work?”
“Great! Stockton finally paid their bill. And I was able to finish up those orders due on the fifth ahead of time!”
“You definitely win this day,” he praised her.
“That’s why I’m on my way to Après to get a bottle of that expensive merlot we both like. To celebrate.” Her voice dropped to a hush, which he found both sexy and amusing, since she was the only one in the car, and he was in his office. He decided to play along.
“Hopefully the celebration will extend into the bedroom?”
“Mmm, it’s possibull. It’s possibull,” she quipped, imitating a
