“A shower?”
Lyman quickly looked at Effie, eager to please. “Can you smell it? I used the lemongrass body wash you bought me.”
Instead of looking happier, Effie’s frown only deepened when Lyman admitted he’d just showered.
She fixed her gaze on him. “Let me ask you, why did you need a shower?”
Lyman froze, thrown off by her sudden change in mood. Why was she upset now?
He tried to soften her up with a playful tone. “Honey, of course I showered for you. Luther told me you might be stopping by, so I didn’t want you catching a whiff of sweat.”
“Just sweat?” Effie pressed, her eyes narrowing. “Or were you trying to wash off something else? And why was Isabel the one who answered your phone?”
Lyman stared, completely lost. “Wait, what? Isabel? Who’s Isabel? She was here? Why didn’t I know?”
“The AC was acting up this afternoon,” he explained, “and I got caught up with work. By the time I noticed, I’d already broken a sweat. When I realized you were coming, I hopped in the shower so you wouldn’t have to deal with the smell.”
“Really?” Effie’s suspicion seemed to waver, if only slightly.
“I swear!” Lyman said, holding up a hand for emphasis.
“Then explain Isabel. Why was she in your office?”
Lyman shook his head, utterly confused. “I honestly have no idea.”
He paused, remembering that while he was in the shower, he’d heard someone try the door handle, but he’d locked it from the inside so nobody could get in.
“But you said you tried calling me—why isn’t there any record on my phone?” Lyman pulled out his phone to show her.
Effie checked hers. Her call log showed the call.
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