Chapter 153

“Speaking of Dean…”

Here it comes.

“Must be nice to be one’s own boss. To get out of work when you want.”

“You forget I’m my boss. Well, sort of.” He worked under contract, and he sometimes had to visit on-site, but his long hoped-for career had taken flight. At least a percentage of the work allowed him to set his own hours. That wasn’t the reason he mentioned it. He stalled to give his thoughts a chance to assimilate. No need to be Sherlock to work out April had seen Dean somewhere she didn’t think he belonged. He popped the last of the biscuit in his mouth and reached for his coffee.

“Still, I didn’t expect to see him in town earlier today. Walking along the high street.” She added the lengthy pause for which she was famous. “When he should have been working.”