I gave him a thumbs-up, which he returned behind his partner’s back, along with a slight grimace I took to be a comment on her waltzing. Maurice was instructing his senior group in the ballroom and I smiled to see two new elderly gentlemen circling the floor with Mildred and Edwina. Hoover, watching from his spot under the window, scratched an ear vigorously with his hind paw. It felt almost normal today, the most normal it had felt since Rafe’s death. I hummed a snatch of tango music and walked into my office to see Solange rifling my drawers. I stared at her a moment, anger building, before she noticed me. “Can I help you find something?” I asked icily. She started and looked up, eyes widening. In a split second, though, she had recovered. “Oh, there you are!” She said it as if she’d been looking for me for hours. Like she expected to find me in my desk drawer? She came around the desk toward me, moving fluidly in blue leggings, a matching workout bra that bared her tight midriff, and a whiff of sheer skirt.
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