First Touch?

The smell of latte wafted into the kitchen. Sharlynn had just poured hot water into a cup, her left hand holding the sheet of paper Mr. Madison had given her. The woman seemed focused on studying all the financial issues within the company.

"I'm so lucky to have a friend like Melanie," Sharlynn muttered as she walked away from the cupboard and toward the chair in the corner of the kitchen. "I have to meet with Uncle Keenan tomorrow to discuss everything."

She momentarily set her cup on the table, then turned to the next page. She briefly adjusted the reading glasses that hung from her nose.

Not knowing what was going through her mind, she poked toward the open kitchen door. His eyes went straight to the front door of the apartment.

"It's seven o'clock at night. Richie's not home yet. Is he out having fun with those women?" she muttered. A second later, she seemed to come to her senses. "What's it to me, it's Richie's right to have fun where he wants. I shouldn't have interfered." Sha