“Oh, Ginny, I hope you don’t mind, I’m going to steal Noah for the afternoon.”
Her mouth seemed to pause, and Noah wasn’t sure if it was because Cilla was trying to assert herself, or because of her use of the word “steal.” But perhaps that was just Noah’s own paranoia over what he knew, what Cilla knew, and what Ginette might. Conflict took on new meaning.
“Noah, that’s up to you. Though I do suggest, if you take a few hours away from work that you use it wisely. You need to upgrade your wardrobe. Send us the bill. I’ll make a call over to Mr. Constantine.”
Ginette Hatcher made her departure then, her heels on the wooden slats echoing long after she was gone from sight. To offset the sound, Cilla clapped her hands.
“Okay, kid, I just got you the afternoon off and unless my hearing has
