Contracted Marriage to My Boss
Elise climbed into her booster seat and scanned the menu intently, while Robyn and I settled in across from each other.
“I’ll get her chicken tenders and mashed potatoes,” Robyn said, reaching for the notepad. “Extra gravy she dips everything in it.”
“I do not!” Elise protested, cheeks pink with guilt.
“Sure you don’t, sweetheart,” Robyn teased, ruffling her hair. The easy warmth between them reminded me why I’d agreed to this arrangement to give these two the stability they’d been denied.
While we waited for our food, Elise chattered about her new art therapist and the picture she’d painted of us at the beach. “I put you two holding hands,” she said matter-of-factly. “Because that’s what fa
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