“He told you I authorized it?”

“He said you two were pooling everything for the new firm,” Marcus said.

He picked up the tray of mugs and opened the kitchen door with his knee.

“Is there a problem with the record?” Marcus asked.

Caroline folded the pink slip in half and pushed it into her skirt pocket.

“No,” she said.

“The record is clear.”

Marcus went back into the kitchen, letting the spring door swing shut behind him.