Greg stepped back. “I didn’t really know. No one knew where you’d gone and you wouldn’t answer your phone.” He shrugged. “It was the only address on record for you, besides your father’s and your apartment in Philly.”
Thea raised her eyebrows. “You accessed my personnel records?”
“I have some friends in HR.”
“Right. All that Whitehead charm at work.” She kept herself from frowning at him. “Quite a long way to come just to see if I’m okay.”
Greg smiled. “I actually came to collect on all those rain checks. But you didn’t answer my question. I didn’t think you were on good terms with this side of the family.”
“And that was best for all concerned,” she said.
“So you… Then you lied.”
“Not really,” she said.
“What would you call it?”
She waved her hand. “Being pragmatic. What would you
