“Fine.” Bree set her briefcase by the fireplace, bent to pet Sasha, and threw herself into the leather chair. “Interesting.”

“Yeah?” Antonia continued her exercises. She swore they kept her stomach flat. “The parents got off okay after you left for the office.” She swung her feet to the floor and sat up, her face flushed with effort. “They came this close to pitching a fit over my staying on with you.” She held her thumb and forefinger a scant eighth of an inch apart.

“I’m glad there wasn’t too big a hoo-rah,” Bree said.

“So what did you do today?”

Bree smiled at her. “Won my case. Very satisfying. My client’s in seventh heaven.”

“Is that a fact? Congratulations. You want to go down to the Shrimp Factory and celebrate?”

Bree unpinned her braids and let them swing free. “Let’s do that.”