Caleb was halfway down the stairs, tugging at the cuff of his shirt, seriously sorting through the pile of emails waiting for him before noon in his phone, when the front door burst open with the kind of force that signaled bad news.
And there she was.
His mother.
She looked like she’d just driven through a storm she fully intended to drag him into.
“Caleb Jensen,” she snapped, slamming the door behind her. Her heels echoed sharply against the marble floor. “You have some explaining to do.”
There wasn’t even time for a greeting.
“Morning to you too, Mom,” he muttered, descending the final few steps. “You want coffee before we start this conversation or…?”
“Don’t be sarcastic,” she shot back, her expression tight and disapproving. “Is it true?”
He hesitated, playing dumb. “Is what t
