I had to let Friday arrive without giving him any reason to panic.

“I’m going to work a double shift this Saturday,” I said.

“Since you’ll be busy drafting the logistics contract.”

“That’s my hardworking girl,” Daniel said.

He rubbed my arm with genuine affection.

He thought his budget presentation had successfully covered his tracks.

He believed I was dutifully marching toward a Santa Fe vacation that would never happen.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of his cedar soap.