Eloise sits on the living room couch, holding her purse on her lap, completely lost in a memory.
“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone,” Eloise said, sitting next to Mary on her father’s couch. Mary had arrived on her father’s doorstep looking like she’d just seen a ghost.
“I’m not seeing someone, Eloise. I just hooked up with someone, and now I’m late.”
“How many days late?”
“A week,” Mary replied, drying her eyes.
“So,” Eloise quickly does the math, and her jaw drops, “was it someone from…” She inched closer, seeing her father in the kitchen, “From the charity event we went to last month?” She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Oh, my God, was it, Shawn, that smoking hot blond guy from Dad’s office?”
“Lucas’s ‘assistant’? No, not Shawn!” Mary shakes her he
