Bree’s POV
Rubbing my face with both of my hands, I press send on what I hope is my last email of the day.
9:32.
Oh my gosh.
I really have been here all day.
Arching my back, I rub the lower part and grimace.
It might be time to get a new chair, one with more back support.
I should send an email to Erica now so that I don’t forget.
My arm knocks against the top of my desk and my cell phone lights up.
Pulling it towards me, I check it for any new messages.
Four new messages from Cranston.
I swipe to read, all asking when I am coming home, and shake my head, quickly reassuring him that I am leaving now before I type out a quick email reminder to Erica and turn my computer off with a huge sigh.
Holding onto my belly, I groan as I lift out of the chair and squat slightly to g
