*** Five Years Later ***

I rubbed my shoulders before lifting my glasses up and rubbing my eyes. There was a knock on the door, and Ria pushed the door open with her back. She was holding a tray with both hands as she stepped into my office. Setting it down on the edge, she put her hand on her hip.

“You didn’t break for lunch. Again.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Your brother sent a few more things for me to look over, and I got engrossed in it.”

Shaking her head, I reached out for her and ...