CHAPTER 63
KATRINA HURRIED HOME a few minutes before six, terrified she’d find Greg at the parsonage waiting, wondering what she and her teacher had been doing for the past three hours.
Thankfully, he was late, just like he’d warned her. She threw a meatloaf together, prayed it would stick, and while it cooked in the oven she sprinted around the house, tidying up with the speed and energy of Rimsky-Korsakov’s iconic Bumblebee.
Greg still wasn’t home by the time dinner was ready, which was probably a blessing. The meatloaf was charred, and the veggies were limp and bland. He wasn’t missing out on much. She ate alone in silence, her appetite fueled by her mad dash around the house as well as her excited nerves about recording with Miles in his studio.
She’d have to talk to her husband, m
