Chapter 12That morning Vicky had been called in for an interior design consultation not all that far from where Finneus lived and only returned to the house in the late afternoon. Finneus’ vehicle was in the driveway when she returned, and Vicky remarked it for how strange it was; the lawyer usually worked until seven at his office. Perhaps there were matters of the pride to deal with that had drawn him home early.
Before Vicky descended the steps leading to their basement apartment she removed her heels and fanned her toes, relief immediate. The spare key she’d been entrusted with turned the lock, and Vicky strode down the basement stairs behind it to find Finneus sitting on Gavin’s living room couch. As she entered he looked up from his knees.
“I was hoping it would be you,” Finneus sa
