Cache glared at Scarlett, but he’d sent the text. “She had a meeting in the city,” he said, hating himself a little for even knowing Karla’s schedule. “She won’t be back yet.”
“I just saw her pull up,” Hudson said without looking up from his phone.
“Why are you being weird about this?” Scarlett asked, pure curiosity on her face. “You’ve worked here for years, and you’re never anything but cheerful and fun.”
“Okay,” Cache said with more dryness in his voice than a desert. He was not always cheerful and fun. Take right now, for instance.
“Seriously,” Scarlett said, moving into the kitchen and starting to load the dishwasher with their breakfast dishes.
Cache sighed even as his phone went off. “She said sure. Should I have her come here?”
“No,” Scarlett said. “Meet her at her place. She
