Chapter 8
Michael showed up as promised, almost twenty minutes to the second after Audrey had ended their call. Clearly, he hadn’t been anywhere close to getting ready for bed, since he was still wearing the same clothes he’d had on earlier that day.
As Rosemary opened the door for him, she said, “Hi, Michael.”
“Hi, Rosemary,” he returned, expression neutral. He looked past her to where Audrey stood, purse clutched in one hand. At least Rosemary had loaned her a sweater while they were waiting for Michael to show up, but it still felt strange and horribly awkward to be facing him in basically her pajamas. “Thanks for taking Audrey in until I could get here.”
“Not a problem.” Rosemary touched Audrey’s arm briefly, a simple, reassuring gesture. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”
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