Chapter 85. Daydream or Nightmare

Andrew dropped a file at Annette’s desk. Just as he turned to return to his office, the main door to their shared office opened, and he turned back.

She hurried into the room. “Good morning, sir.”

“Why are you late this morning?” He folded his arms.

His secretary did not look like his secretary this morning. For one thing, her dark-colored hair was not slicked back in its usual way and held up in a bun. There were strands loose and falling around in sections. Her blouse was rumpled, and the top two buttons were undone.

He only had to guess what could have happened. She was either involved in some kind of freakish wardrobe accident or…

“How’s your husband doing?”

The blush on her face that almost matched the pink spot on the base of her neck was a tell-tale sign. That and the cherry voice with which she used to answer.

“He’s doing very well. And yours?”

Andrew cleared his throat, a small smile playing on his face. “I don’t have a husban