Saving Home. Marie Ferrarella

sighed, frustrated. She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “No, he’s not under the desk. He has a tendency to forget to take his cell phone with him.”

      “Like I said,” Logan told her, starting to make his way over to the padded chair in the corner of the office, “I don’t mind waiting.”

      “Waiting for what, young man?”

      Andy and the man she’s been verbally sparring with turned in unison to see Richard Roman standing in the hallway, less than half a foot shy of the office threshold.