~ Lily ~
By Thursday afternoon, the lunch with Ginger has settled into the back of my mind without actually leaving it. I bury myself in work the way I always do after something mind-boggling happens, answering emails, approving contracts, signing documents that require my name more than my attention. It’s a habit I’ve perfected over the years. Work has always been the easiest place to hide because nobody questions a woman who stays busy.
By the time I leave the office, my shoulders ache from sitting in the same chair for too many hours.
Later I drive straight to the garage.
The familiar smell of oil, metal, and fresh coffee meets me before I even step inside. An engine growls somewhere near the back while someone argues over a missing wrench, laughter breaking out a second later when
