"I'm here for Ralph Dickerson." I kept my tone flat, letting my gaze drift over the slight swell of her stomach without a flicker of expression.
The smile on Lisa's face froze for a split second. She scrambled to recover. "Mr. Dickerson is in a meeting. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Molly Henson."
I stated my name calmly and watched the color drain from her face in an instant. Her fingertips went white where they gripped the edge of the desk.
She knew exactly who I was. Ralph Dickerson's lawful wife.
She snatched up the phone, pressing her voice as low as it would go, but I caught every word. "Mr. Dickerson, your wife is here… She's at the front desk right now."
Less than thirty seconds later, Ralph came half-jogging out from the back, a thin sheen of sweat glistening at his temples.
"Babe, what are you doing here all of a sudden?" His smile was stiff, his eyes darting involuntarily toward Lisa. He was so rattled he could barely hold it together.
"Nothing going on at home, so I thought I'd come see you. Maybe take you to lunch." I looped my arm through his naturally, my voice warm and easy.