Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
Nicole stood by the professional-grade range in a cream-colored silk blouse, her hair pinned up in a neat twist that left her neck bare. She was whisking eggs in a copper bowl, her emerald ring catching the bright morning light coming through the high kitchen windows.
“You are up early,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a bright, easy smile.
“The hip was stiff,” I said, leaning my weight against the edge of the granite island.
“I missed you this weekend,” she said, setting the whisk down. She walked over and rested her hands flat against my chest, looking up into my face. “Aspen was beautiful, but it was incredibly quiet without you.”
“How was Eleanor?” I asked, referring to her college friend who had allegedly hosted her.
“Still dealing with her divorce,” Nicole said, her fingers tracing the seam of my collar. “She spent the whole time talking about what went wrong with her life. It made me realize how fortunate we are.”
I rubbed my bare left wrist, feeling the smooth skin where my heavy gold watch usually sat when I was anxious.
