all people, should know better. From now on, she’d have to act more professionally in Chase’s presence.
It wouldn’t be easy—not when she could still feel his lips on her skin.
DOTTIE SUTHERLAND doodled on the small notepad in front of her while waiting for her caller to return and interrupt the lame song playing in the background. Shifting the phone to her other ear, she gripped her pen tighter. More curly, swirly clouds became sharp-cornered boxes the longer she waited.
Finally, a living, breathing voice came on the line. “Sorry to keep you holding.”
“That’s all right.” It wasn’t all right but objecting would be an exercise in futility.
“Can you be here this Thursday at four-fifteen?” the caller asked in a clipped, neutral voice.
Three days. Dottie’s stomach gave a small, uncomfortable lurch.
She scribbled the date above one of the doodles, wondering what excuse she could give her family for the trip to Pineville. Shopping, she supposed.
“Mrs. Sutherland?”
Dottie cleared her throat. She almost said no, but knew she couldn’t postpone the appointment. Not again.
“That’ll be fine. Thursday at four-fifteen. Thank you.”
She disconnected the portable phone and set it on the kitchen table. Tears stung her eyes. She tried to wipe them away but all at once there were too many. Thank goodness Milt and Jolyn were both at work.
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