For a moment, Francesca’s emotions crashed over her in a mess of heat and ache.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice rough. “I’ve been back a few days. I’m divorced from your boss. Don’t call me ‘ma’am’ anymore.”

The housekeeper looked a little sad, but more than anything, relieved. “When you have time, bring the little miss back for dinner. We’ll make her something delicious.”

Francesca’s eyes burned. She gave a ...