Blair spent most of the morning at her desk, Roman locked away in back-to-back meetings. Her body still ached from yesterday, but the heat from the shower had helped, along with Roman’s skilled hands. She glanced at her phone, debating whether she should call her sisters now or wait until lunch.
She decided to wait until lunch and sent them both a message in their group chat:
Blair: Can you both talk during lunch? Something happened yesterday. I want to tell you myself before you hear it elsewhere.
Keira responded first.
Keira: You can’t just say that and expect me to wait. I already feel a stroke coming on.
Sutton: Is it Roman? Because if he’s being a d**k, I’ll come down there myself.
Blair rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.
Blair: It’s not Roman. I’ll call you at lunch
