Graeme pulled over to the side of the road in a smooth motion. Annoyance pricked inside him at Ms. Sands seemingly harmless question. Why was she asking about his son’s mother?
Macy’s vivid blue eyes were wide with surprise and alarm, probably because he had pulled over with no warning.
“Why did you pull over?” She asked in a tensed whisper, clearly on guard.
“What did you mean exactly by your earlier statement?” Graeme queried calmly, fighting the irritation that bit at him.
“I am sorry if I offended you.” Macy said in a guilty rush. “I heard from colleagues at the company that his mother is not in the picture–”
“And you were looking for more gossip fodder to use with your colleagues, is that right?” Graeme concluded darkly as his ire rose high. He could not believe the nerve of h
