Chapter Twenty-Seven
When Lee surfaced the next morning, Mindy was still at her breast, her head cradled against the pillow of softness and Lee was aware of the hand nestled up against the inside of her leg. Mindy’s breath was low and steady. Without disturbing her, Lee glanced across at her bedside clock and noted she was already late. And there would be no Luletta to cover for her at work this morning.
She groaned. Her managers had their own keys, thankfully, so the workday could begin without her but she had to get her butt out of the bed and into the shower. She carefully slipped out from under the slumbering child and sat on the side of the bed. Lee pulled her tee-shirt down, straightened it and tried not to think of her mortal failings. She focused instead, on what she would wear t
