CHAPTER 16
“WHERE DID YOU two get to?” Ishmael asked when I crept barefoot into his office, roller skates in hand.
He’d already got back from his nap—that’s how late I was.
“I nearly fell over in the park, so we went more slowly on the way back.”
He peered at me over the top of his sunglasses. “You look very pink.”
“It’s the cold air. Honestly. I always turn this colour when I go outside in winter.”
“Hmmm. You didn’t take a detour?”
“Cross my heart.” My furiously pounding heart.
Obviously, Ishmael didn’t believe me, and I could understand why. Cade was the type of man who would make any woman with eyes and a pulse want to run off into the bushes with him.
“Myrna’s gone for coffee,” Ishmael said. “When she gets back, I want to head over to the Lincoln Center to run through the layo
