“I should be home by 10:30 or so,” Jeffrey said as he shrugged into his suit jacket. “I’ve left money if you want to order in or take the children out.” He grabbed his messenger bag and stuffed his laptop and a sheaf of papers inside. “Thanks for staying tonight.”
I smiled at him. “You know I don’t mind at all. This is what you hired me for, right?” I reached out and straightened his collar. I ran my hands down over his chest under the pretense of smoothing the jacket front. His hazel eyes darkened.
“Keep that up and I won’t go to my meeting,” he quipped.
“And lose this big account?” I asked in mock horror.
Jeffrey laughed. “You just might be worth it.” He stepped back as the kids came running into the room.
“Daddy, when will you be back?” Charlotte asked, frowning up at her father.
