Thursday morning I dropped the kids off at the Y for camp, then headed to Ethan’s office. He’d left his phone at my house the night before, and I wanted to make sure he had it for the day.
The receptionist called back when I said I was there to see Ethan. I knew I could have just left his phone for him, but I wanted to see him, and steal a few kisses, before I headed to work. I had a busy day finalizing everything for the Easter Egg Hunt and wasn’t sure if I’d see him until the event on Saturday.
A few minutes later, the telltale click-clack of heels across the foyer brought my attention to Harley, not Ethan.
“Ms. Humphrey, how nice of you to drop by. What can I do for you today?”
Her voice was sugar-sweet, but the pursed lips and evil eyes were clearly not happy I was there. I scanned
