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“Listen, Hadley, I need another story about organizing a fucking home office like I need a third tit,” she said over the speaker on the phone in Ben’s study, where I’d set up my computer at the desk to work. “Give me something fresh or don’t give me anything at all.”

“I totally understand, Liz. Another submission that came in through the general submissions email was for a story about making your own soaps and scrubs at home. The pitch was polished and well written.”

“Ugh, fuck that. I’m trying to sell products for our advertisers, not encourage readers to cheap out and make their own. Next.”

I moved down my list of pitches, cringing as I heard Annalise screaming and running down the hallway right outside the office, Wes making what I thought were supposed to be bear noises as he chased her.

“Best destinations for solo vacations.” I recited the line from my list, not bothering to talk it up. Liz would either reluctantly accept it or dramatically pass on it, as was her style.

“Hmm…could be good,” she said.

“We could make it into a package and include lists about the best things to pack when vacationing alone, and maybe an advice column on how to ask your boss for time off when you need a break.”

“I’ll put it on the budget for May.”

“Great.”

“What else? We’re doing that big photo shoot in Fiji for the July cover, so I need some stories that will fit the vibe.”

“And the vibe is…?” I asked. “Tropical and exotic?”

“Right, pretty much.”

I considered some ideas that I thought would play up the theme. “How about ways to channel tropical islands from the comfort of home? We can do some fun drink and appetizer recipes, maybe a piece on making a small patio into an oasis with the right plants, outdoor furniture and lighting, and some recommendations on sunglasses, swimsuits and self-tanners.”

“Okay,” she said, sighing heavily like it was the most horrible thing she’d ever agreed to. “But it has to be fresh, okay? I’m fucking tired of seeing fresh content everywhere else while we keep recycling the same old shit.”

“I understand, and I’m open to any ideas you have.”

“Coming up with ideas is your job, not mine. My job is to keep this place running.”

“Well, something I’m working on is learning to make baby food at home. I could write about that.”

Her hum made me think she was about to pass, but she surprised me and said, “Yeah, I like it. I’ll put it on the budget for June.”

The front doorbell at the house rang, and I heard Annalise’s pounding footsteps as she ran toward it. The nanny Nina recommended was starting today, on a day Annalise didn’t have preschool to make things a little easier.

“Hey, I have to go. I have a meeting,” I told Liz.

“Okay. Send me some detailed budget notes on the things we discussed when you have time today.”

She hung up abruptly, and I shook my head. I hadn’t paid much attention to how bitchy my boss was before, but after getting a break of more than a week from her, I realized I hadn’t missed her one bit.

So far, the people I was around in St. Louis were nice. Not just Nina, but everyone affiliated with Ben’s team who had stopped by the house had been kind and helpful. It made my heart hurt to see how much his teammates missed Ben, but it was really nice to have so much support from people who’d loved him and his family. They were still dropping off meals and asking if we needed a hand with anything.

“Hi, I’m Wes,” I heard Wes saying to the new nanny as I walked out of Ben’s study.

“Hi, I’m Tori. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too. Hadley should be here any—”

“Hey,” I said, smiling as I walked into the foyer. “You must be Tori.”

Her wide smile was as perfect as the rest of her. She was tall and blond, with bright blue eyes and just the right amount of curves. I couldn’t hold her looks against her, but I’d been hoping she’d be more average looking, because I didn’t want Wes thinking she was here for his amusement.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, shaking my hand. “And this must be Benny.”

She leaned closer to Wes, who had Benny in his arms, Benny’s back against his chest so he could see what was going on around him. As she gently touched the tip of her finger to Benny’s nose and gave him a wide-eyed, openmouthed grin, he let out a little laugh and smiled back.

“He’s adorable,” she said, looking at me. “I love babies.”

“Why don’t we sit down in the family room and talk?” I said. “Can I get you anything to drink, Tori?”

“I’d love some water, thank you.”

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