Free No Ordinary Affair by Fiona Wilde, Sullivan Clarke Page B

wives, something coalesced in my mind.  I remembered Miss Parsham's confusion when I showed her the paddle, her near certainty that she'd never seen it before.  I remembered, too, how quickly Ethan, who supposedly was browsing, had returned to the counter. Distracted as I was by doing a good job on the gift-wrap, I hadn't really noted it at the time, but he had not been out in the store for more than two minutes... if that.
    Miss Parsham might forget what she had for breakfast, but she knew everything in her shop.  If truth be told, I wasn't far behind.  And yet, Ethan had just chanced to find, in barely two minutes, an item that neither of us remembered at all?  How likely was that?
    Miss Parsham thought she'd never seen the paddle before because she never had.  It wasn't in the box of schoolmaster's things.  Ethan had brought it into the shop with him, under his coat.  I thought about confronting him, accusing him, but then I realized:  Why bother?
     
    I turned and walked back home – for good - to where my unsuspecting husband was waiting for me.
     

 
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    Chapter One
     
     
    “Mommy, why can’t you come to my Christmas play?”
    Laura McCaffrey looked down at the adorable face of her five-year-old son and felt her heart lurch.
    “Because, Evan, Mommy has to work. It’s the busiest time of the year and we have bills to pay.” She glanced over at the growing stack on the kitchen counter, the source of the gnawing, ever-present worry in her stomach. “You remember what Mommy told you? That this is the busiest time of year for her?”
    “Well, I think it’s stupid,” the little boy grumbled. “Why can’t pe ople just do their own shopping? ”
    Laura stuffed her son’s Thermos into his lunch box and zipped it shut. “Because some people are very busy and don’t have time.” Now finish your toast. “The bus will be here in a few minutes.”
    Outside it was bitter cold. Laura could have watched Evan and his friends board the bus from her apartment window, but she was too protective for that. As always, she stood on the walk, her breath coming in steamy spurts, until her bundled-up son and his friends had managed to board the bus that would take them to Little Friends Day School.
    The tuition bill from the school was among those sitting on her counter. Her ex-husband had promised to pay it by last Tuesday. When the money hadn’t come she broke down and called him. His new girlfriend answered the phone and when she heard Laura’s voice slammed the receiver down on the counter and called for Clay. “It’s her,” she said.
    Clay had told her not to worry, he’d send the tuition money by Saturday. Today was Monday and still there was no money. If she didn’t have it by Friday, Evan would have to leave Little Friends and the only friends he had ever known.
    Laura turned and walked back into her apartment building, stopping by Mr. Harker’s apartment first to give him the rent before going back to the warmth of her flat.
    Pouring herself another cup of tea, she sat down to make her list. She’d had several packages to wrap and deliver before meeting her newest client --what was his name again ? She picked up her day planner and flipped to the Post-It note she’d pressed into the December section.
    “Maximus Greenway.” The named sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. The man’s receptionist had called her and scheduled an appointment for 11:30 a.m. It was