“We’ve been working on the full reports on Ramsey and Offenbach you requested, and Gigi just slipped me a note that Offenbach’s ex-wife is asking to see you.She’s at GW.”
“What does she want?”
“She didn’t say, but she said she wants to speak only to you.”
“I’ll go right there when I leave here.”
“Sounds good.I’ll let you know how it goes with the FBI.”
“I hope they give you credit for pointing them in the right direction if they find him there.”
“All I care about is that they get him before someone else gets hurt.”
“Still… If he’s there, this is all your doing.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so, and I’m the boss.”
Dani cracked up.“We’re all thankful you didn’t quit this shit show with everything that’s happened this week.”
“I’m a sucker for punishment, apparently.I’ll talk to you in a bit.”
“Thank goodness and sounds good.”
Sam closed her phone and went to finish getting dressed so she could get the kids off to school and then head to GW to see what Offenbach’s ex-wife wanted with her.
On her way out of their suite, Nick’s small office caught her eye.Feeling mischievous, she ventured in to move some things around to let him know she’d been there.Inside the desk drawer, she wroteSam loves Nick Moreon a sticky note.
Smiling, she rearranged every object on the obsessively organized desktop and then walked out, whistling with satisfaction at the simple pleasure that came with messing with his anal-retentive tendencies.At a time when it felt like everything had changed, some things needed to stay the same.
The twins came bursting into the hallway, dressed in their school uniforms and dragging their backpacks behind them.
“I was just coming to get you guys up,” Sam said.
“We did it ourselves,” Aubrey said proudly.
“I see that,” Sam said with a pout.“Does that mean you don’t need me anymore?”
“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Alden said.“Of course we still need you.”
“Oh phew.I was afraid you were going to tell me that next you were getting your own apartment.”
Their giggles made her day, and it had just barely started.
“You’resosilly,” Aubrey said.
In those three little words, Sam caught a preview of what thirteen-year-old Aubrey might sound like, full of sass and sarcasm—if Sam had anything to say about it.
“What’s for breakfast?”Alden asked.
“What would you like today?”
“French toast sticks!”they said as one.
“Pancakes, you say?”
“No!”
