If she was getting divorced, she needed evidence.She stepped out of the elevator, her heart racing, the palms of her hands sweaty. Quickly, she passed...her husband's office, not even glancing at his name on the door. She stopped at the next office and stepped inside. There was no one at the desk, and she waited. She opened the top of her dress, exposing some creamy fit flesh. She tingled with a mixture of anger, glad that she had worn the sexy panties and bra. Ryan's loss was Mr. Steel's. Laurel put on her new boots, she smiled loving the smell of new leather, she added the books to the three she had bought the day before, the herbs and seeds she put in the workroom, carried the old kettle from the kitchen to the stone cottage along with some old tea mugs and plates. Going back into the lair Laurel hmmmed to herself as she moved furniture around in the main room until she had a spot that she thought was just right for the harp.Laurel put the fabric in the extra bed chamber to. I was going to make him sweat it out just as much as I was. The second an unkown number showed up on my phone, I was going to ignore it, and make him leave a message. I was not going to be treated like — my musings were interrupted by my ringing and buzzing cell phone on my counter top. My heart jumped into my throat and I ran over to see who it was. It was a 617 number I didn’t have saved in my phone or recognize. Oh my God, it was him! I licked my lips and swallowed hard. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey, sis!. “You wanna talk about it?” I asked.“About what?”“Why you look like someone stole your lunch” I joked. This kid was always the happier of the 2 of us so I figured it must be something legit.“No,” She said, “I’m fine.”“Ok, but if you need to vent I’ll listen. Why you wearing that old shirt?” “I ripped some stitches in this old suit. Guess I’m getting fat.” She then half turned away from me and lifted the shirt above her waist to show me a small tear running up the side seam.“Good. Get rid of that.