Chapter 22 - Rhett
“Thank you,” Margot said, stepping up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
It didn’t surprise me that she’d come into the kitchen, especially after hearing parts of her conversation on the phone I didn’t know she had. Something was up. I’d overheard snippets of what she was saying to whoever was on the other line. And the hushed voice she’d used on the phone was a dead giveaway.
“So, who was on the phone?” I asked her.
“Just an old friend who wants to meet up soon,” she said with a smile on her face. “I told her I’ll find some time when I’m not busy or preoccupied.”
I nodded and laughed.
“Do you need any help in here?” she asked me.
“No, I’m almost all done,” I said, tossing the wipes into the trashcan.
“What else do you have to do?” she asked me.
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