“Want me to bring the March clinic schedule over tomorrow?” Ben asked.

“I’ve got twelve hours open on Saturdays if you need extra desk coverage on the books.”

“Put me down for every one of them,” I said, pressing the receiver tight to my ear.

“If I work the weekends, I can pay the deposit at Chloe’s shop myself by the middle of next month.”

“Done,” Ben said.

“Are you going to call his cell and demand an explanation?”

“Not tonight,” I said, watching the shadows stretch across the kitchen floor.