Cammy met Ric's eyes, her expression softening with a faint, wistful smile.
"Greg offered," she said quietly. "He's going overseas for a month. Said he won't need me in the office since everything I do can be managed remotely."
There was a beat of silence.
"I see," Ric murmured, his tone neutral, but the smile he gave her didn't quite reach his eyes.
He turned his gaze toward Dylan, who had just climbed back onto his chair, licking barbecue sauce from his fingers with innocent delight. Then, Ric's voice rang out, louder, clear enough to catch the boy's attention.
"Well then—since you'll be working from home…" Ric paused for dramatic effect, "…how about we head to the resort now?"
Dylan's head whipped toward them so fast it was a miracle he didn't sprain his neck. He had a chicken drumstick half-hanging from his mouth, but the joy exploding in his eyes was unmistakable.
