Chapter Fourteen
Rachel
I knocked lightly on Rex’s open office door. Rex looked up, cracking a smile.
“Rachel,” he said, waving for me to come in. His hair was more salt than pepper these days. His weathered face and ready smile were reassuring. No matter what, Rex gave off a comforting air, as if he would personally make sure it would be okay.
For a beat, I considered leaving the door open, but I didn’t want anyone to walk in on our conversation. I closed it behind me and slipped into one of the chairs across from his desk. He removed the glasses perched on his nose. Rubbing his eyes, he smiled again, glancing down at his glasses.
“I told Georgie I didn’t need these. She laughed at me, so I had to admit she was right. Anyway, I meant to call you today.”
“Bruce is out.”
Just saying
