EIGHT
“Hi, Babe,” Amy Stephens said as she came in from the garage of their east Dallas home. “Been here long?”
Joey turned from the oven, hot pad in hand, and smiled. “Not too long. Thought I’d get started on something for supper.”
The tall slender brunette dropped her purse and a briefcase on the floor just inside the door, eased over, and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. “Hard day?”
“Not the best. How’d you know?”
“You only cook when you’ve had a tough day at the office,” she said.
Her big, green eyes twinkled, and she flashed a broad smile, revealing a row of even white teeth. She and Joey first met shortly after he made partner at Christopher Clark & Oliver and was in the market for his first house. He stumbled across a perfect house in the east Dallas area near White Rock
