I had problems concentrating that morning ... and she caught me a couple of times but said nothing.We finished work at 2:00 PM, noting that a massive ...torm was brewing outside. Thunder and lightning was already the order of the day outside.We took the lift from the 8th floor heading to the Ground floor.With the lift indicator showing the 1st floor, the lift came to a shuddering halt and the lights went out to be replaced by the much dimmer emergency lights."Oh shit" I gasped."No ... no ... it. “Can I get in bed now, mistress? You left the a/c on and it’s freezing in here.”I just looked from one of them to the other, hoping that SOMEONE would answer my question. As confused as I was, I just waited.“Daddy, can you check the thermostat? It does seem a little cool in here, now that girl mentions it.”I took a few steps to the wall and saw the display read fifty five. No wonder it was chilly. I quickly wound it back up to seventy two, Patricia’s required temperature. “Someone bumped it or. And before you ask, my mother, my aunt, and every other woman we know has been after her for the recipe. She's not talking." What? No! You have to tell me. Angela, this is great. Please?"Angela just laughed. "Nope. Sorry. If I tell you, then I have to tell everyone. It's my one claim to fame. Trust me, and Tim can attest to this, I am a terrible cook. I've actually burned macaroni and cheese." Oh everyone's done that," Shannon said.Tim shook his head. "In a microwave? With a timer?" Now that. Her long hair was up in a ponytail, and she had a little smile on her face as she lost herself in the book she was reading. He could have lost himself in watching her, but then she seemed to sense his gaze. She looked up and shot him a curious smile.“What?” She asked. He smiled back at her.“Nothing, just perfection,” He said simply. Her smile grew larger, but she rolled her eyes.“Get back to work,” She said as she returned to her book.“Yes ma’am,” He replied, smiling to himself. He let himself.