Her jaw tightened.

“We expect the revised agreement signed by Friday morning.”

She turned back to the menu.

As far as Eleanor was concerned, the conversation was finished.

I drove home at five with the unsigned document in my purse.

Harry was in the driveway kicking a soccer ball against the garage door.

His sneakers were stained green, and his dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Mom!”

He caught the ball beneath one foot.

“Did Oliver buy the new truck?”