Or at least that was her excuse. Annie Mayberry glanced up from behind her desk as the bell rang above the door and Sage stepped into the small reception area. “Your husband’s not here,” Annie said, stuffing the end of a pencil into her frizzy blond hair. “Had a meeting with a client. You should have called. I could have saved you a trip.” “I was over at the new house. I needed to take some measurements.” The big two-story colonial she and Jake had just purchased was in the University District, not far from the office. It was a lovely older home, but it needed some refurbishing. Sage hadn’t realized how much she would enjoy the challenge of redecorating the place until she got started. She glanced past Annie and spotted Alex sitting at his desk. He was the real reason she had stopped by. She had seen his car in the lot and figured he was there. Alex hung up the phone and stood up as she approached.
