The Kindest Goodbye
he finally said.
Fine by me. I had a few choice words of my own.
Come quitting time, I hit the parking lot and there they were: Lucas in the driver's seat and Yvonne riding shotgun.
"Yvonne had a client nearby, figured I'd give her a lift," he mumbled, all awkward.
'Right, it was always me begging for an explanation before,' I mused.
Yvonne flashed me an apologetic grin. "Sorry for the hassle, Lucas. Harriet, you're cool with this, right?"
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