The Wolfe mansion was quiet that evening, with the evening sun hanging low in the horizon as it slowly descended to sleep. It was a beautiful mansion and Victoria liked it best when Finnegan wasn't in it.
She sat curled on the sofa in the living room, one red heel dangling off her foot, tapping rapidly at her phone.
Give me an hour, she typed. Then I'm all yours. Remember we have to be careful.
She hit send and watched the double tick appear, smiling to herself. She would finally see him. The sound of tyres on the driveway outside made her glance up.
She wasn't expecting anyone and the staff certainly wouldn't announce themselves that dramatically. It could only be one person.
Victoria rose, smoothing her dress down her thighs as she sashayed to the window, parting the curtain with two fingers.
Finnegan's car sat in the driveway.
"Oh, come on," She groaned, letting the curtain fall. "What is it this time? He always has the worst timing."
