Barefoot, I ran down the steps like a quarterback jogging through tires at practice. “Mrs. Gui!” I called from the foyer, where I paused long enough to pull on my Birkenstock sandals. Maybe she hadn’t called Lee. Maybe I could make it up to her somehow and he’d never have to know. After the warmth and love we shared last night, I sure as hell didn’t intend to be in the doghouse with him over something as silly as this.
My excuse was already in place as I hurried down the hall. “I’m sorry, I lost track of time. You could’ve—” The rest of whatever it was I would have said dried up when I walked into the empty living room. “Mrs. Gui?”
She wasn’t there.