Chapter Eighteen
For the second time in her life, Brenda slept late. On Monday morning, she rolled over in her bed only a moment before the first rays of the sun stretched up to the horizon. Brenda stretched her arms over her head, letting out a satisfied groan as her muscles and tendons popped.
She should not get used to this. It was completely unprofessional. She'd have to blame it on the previous day's activities. Walking on Keaton's arm. Sitting with her hand in his. Bearing the brunt of the smile and his sparkling gaze and his deep voice filled with compliments for the entire day. The most taxing had been all the concentrating she’d had to do as she shifted into answering to being called Mrs. Keaton.
True, she’d only been called that twice. And both times had been by her brother wh
