Haley.” “You’re very welcome,” the driver said, holding the back door open as Lexi climbed out of the limo that evening. “Have a good evening, young lady.” “You too.” She kissed the old man’s cheek, smiling when he blushed and ducked his head. She fluttered her fingers in a wave and then headed up the walk toward her house. When she stepped through the front door, the inviting warmth of her home was a welcome contrast to the sobering bite of the November weather. “I’m home, baby!” she called out cheerfully. There was no answer. Humming softly to herself, she headed to the kitchen to put away the gourmet chocolate truffles she and the girls had received at the spa. After tucking the gold-foil box inside the refrigerator, she went to the garage door and opened it to see if Quentin was home. Sure enough, all three vehicles were present and accounted for.
