No one noticed. Not Molly. Not Patrick.
That night I told Patrick I had an emergency deposition in Sacramento and would be gone for two nights.
He frowned. “Sacramento? You didn’t mention—”
“Came up last minute,” I said. “I’ll be back Thursday.”
He kissed me goodbye, promised to hold down the fort.
I checked into a hotel ten minutes away instead.
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