Chapter 22
Monday morning, we went back to her house early. We both drove so I’d have a way to get home while she worked with her client that night. She was full of energy.
“I guess this weekend fired you up,” I said with a silly grin.
“Yes, now I have energy to tackle those problems we didn’t think about this weekend.”
“Yes. I suppose we should.”
“I need to call Elliott and then I have to fight with that damned Van guy.” I could tell from the look on her face that it was going to be a long, nasty call.
“Call Elliott first. It’ll probably put you in a good mood,” I suggested.
“I hope so.” She went into her office and dialed her publisher.
I tried not to listen while I put away the few things we hadn’t eaten over the weekend. Her voice was low and I knew she was far more concerned t
