The following morning Addison walked into the office, feeling numb, depleted, like s**t in the worst way. She hadn’t slept much in the past few days, and to top it off, the damned puppy had kept her up last night with his whining. Of course it had, that’s what puppies do. Finally, desperate, she crawled out of bed, went downstairs, and brought him to bed with her. She knew better, but she also knew she needed sleep if she was going to survive the new single-parent role she’d just been thrust into.
Opening the door to her office, she kept the lights off and quickly closed it behind her. The last thing she wanted was to be bothered today, neither her throbbing head, nor her patience could take it. Dumping her purse and computer bag on the floor, she sent a text to the nanny asking that she
