"When are you coming in?" I ask without even saying good morning first.
She yawns loudly. "In a while."
"Well, hurry. We need to talk," I snap and hang up. If it weren't for her damn folder, I would've woken up in Mark's arms this morning. And I wouldn't have that escort's dead face swimming before my eyes each time I closed them.
The call did no good though, and she doesn't come in until almost eleven. Sam's not here yet and the morning meeting’s cancelled, so at least there's that blessing. Not that the reason for his absence is a blessing. It must have something to do with his wife being sick, and I can't believe I just thought of that as a good thing.
"Let's go somewhere to talk," I tell Lucy as I intercept her by the door, already carrying my own bag and coat.
"Jeez, what's with
