Zara let out a slow breath, standing outside Lennox’s door as she rummaged through her bag, fingers searching for the key he had left with Lucy the day before.
Thank goodness he didn’t meet her at home when he brought the key over. Actually, she hadn’t seen him since, or spoke to him over the phone because she hadn’t even been picking his call. So it must be why he stopped by and gave Lucy the key.
She had barely touched it since receiving it, still unsure how she felt about having a key to his place, like this arrangement was something permanent.
It wasn’t.
It was a job, nothing more.
Lennox had told Lucy to tell her he wouldn’t be home when she came over to clean… something she had been counting on.
The past few days had been awkward enough, awkward being not picking his call or a
