Chapter Eight
EDWIN ENTERED THE offices of Rutherford Construction with a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of files in the other. Sammy already perched behind her desk, her own cup of coffee leaving a ring on some old papers. As soon as he pulled the door open, she glanced up, a smile already decorating her lips. “Good morning, Sammy,” he greeted. “How was your night?”
“Boring,” she said, shaking her head as she leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him. “Nothing happens on a Tuesday night around here worth mentioning. Now, tonight, it’s hump day. Ladies night everywhere. Tonight, I’ll have my fun.” She winked at him, giggling softly. “How about you? Didn’t you have dinner with Neal and Andrea last night? How did that go?” She looked toward the doorway leading to the main office
