Page 95 of First Date: Divorce
But K.D.beat him to it.“Good point.”
He let his mouth stay open an extra half beat.
C’mon.It wasn’tthatsurprising she’d acknowledged Eric’s point.
*
Lily buzzed them in the front door of Marriage-Save on their return from “shopping.”
“I see your schedule calls for free time before your next session.May I suggest a massage?”
K.D.jumped on it, with a clear image of Harvey’s office door near the massage room.“That sounds lovely.We’ll go right there.”
“Oh, no.You want the robes from your room.They feel heavenly, and there’s no good place to put your clothes in the massage room.Besides, you need to drop off your bags.”
K.D.had forgotten about the shopping bags, since she didn’t care about them.
Under Lily’s expectant smile, there was no choice but to say, “You’re absolutely right,” head up to their room and change, one at a time, in the bathroom.
“I look like a polar bear on stilts,” she muttered to her image.At least the fluffy white robes had pockets, so K.D.slipped in gloves and other tools she might need.
Lily rewarded them by upping the wattage on her smile as they went past the reception desk in the direction of the massage room.
Once in the hallway, K.D.told Eric in a low voice, “You go get a massage, I’m going to check out Harvey’s office.”
“Nope.I’m going with you.”
“It’s better cover if one of us goes for a massage.”
“Then you go.”
She glared.
He winked.
Then he took her arm, hurrying her past the massage room, and around another corner to the business office.
He pulled a plastic card out of his robe pocket and fiddled with the doorknob.She stood beside him, masking what he did with all the fluffy whiteness that encased her.
“Got it.”
“How do you know—?”
“The proverbial misspent youth, remember.”
He eased the door open and they both slipped in — as much as polar bears could slip.They were probably leaving a trail of fluffy white fibers a mile wide.
He went right to the computer.She pulled on gloves from her pocket, locked the door — which wouldn’t stop someone long, but would give them warning — then started on cabinets that flanked a loveseat on the far side of the room.
“In.”Eric said quietly from the desk.He dealt with the fingerprint issue by using a tissue spread over the keys as he scrolled and clicked.
She went to his side.“Good.Files must all be in the computer.Drawers are mostly empty.”
He opened a couple financial files, showing account numbers, payment status, and credit rating.
She left him to it while she checked the desk drawers and learning only that Harvey had allergies.
“Nothing more here,” Eric said.
