The sound of voices from the television met Bree’s ear as she walked through the apartment door. She checked the time on her phone. It was only a little past 3:00. What was Trent doing home? She had to assume it was him watching the television because it sounded like the news channel, and if the housekeeper had turned it on, it would’ve been a soap opera or court show.
Hanging her purse by the door, and placing her keys where she could find them, she went into the adjoining room to investigate. Trent was sitting on the couch with his laptop open on his lap, his stocking feet on the coffee table, typing away. She almost didn’t want to disturb him.
At the sound of her footsteps, he looked up. “Oh, hi. Back already?” He set his open laptop on the couch and hopped up. Bree went to his open arms and melted into his embrace, lifting her face for a quick kiss before she replied.
