Chapter Thirty-Eight
Suite on Three, San Francisco
Lu’s home was strangely quiet that night. She sat in her room up on three. Tom, the architect, had given her his newest plans over the weekend. She was just getting to them. Her chest swelled with emotion. They were wonderful. Clearly he had listened to everything she said. The old aunties would be happy to see their Victorian blossom, again.
Her reverie was broken by a cell phone ping. Walter. “Busy?” He had left the vineyard first thing that morning to get rid of the old biddy as soon as possible. Claiming an important client conference call. He would have no way of knowing she was home. Unless… She messaged back “What’s up?”
Sure enough. His answer, “Downstairs. May I come up?”
“Of course.” Lu had no choice. She owed every single w
