"I sleep while Mommy works," Maggie put in helpfully. "Mommy makes me a really nice bed with my favorite kitten sheets. She sings to me and I close my eyes." She lowered her voice and took a step toward the man. "I'm s'posed to go right to sleep but sometimes I peek and look at the stars."

Ashley swallowed against the lump of fear in her throat. "Yes, well, it's not as bad as it seems," she said lamely, knowing it was actually worse. She felt slightly less perky than a fur ball and she was going to lose her job. Talk about a lousy start to her day. At least things could only get better from here.

"Your things are in my office?" Jeff Ritter spoke for the first time. His voice was low and perfectly modulated. She had no clue what he was thinking, which made her assume the worst.

"Yes."

"Where do the cleaning supplies go?" he asked.

"There's a closet at the end of the hall. I'd nearly finished. I still have to take care of Mr. Rankin's office. Everything else is done."

He took her elbow and led her down the hall. His touch was steel. Not especially rough or firm, but she knew that if she tried to escape he could snap her in half. Like a toothpick.

A charming visual, she thought with a sigh. Her daughter could collect the splintered shards of what used to be her mother and keep them in a little box. She could bring her out at show-and-tell when she went to school and-

Ashley shook her head. She was sicker than she'd thought. Her mind was wandering and she would give almost anything to be in her bed and have this all be a horrible dream. But it wasn't. As they stepped into Jeff's office, the proof of her audacious behavior lay scattered all around.

One of the plush leather sofas had been made up into a bed. There were a half-dozen stuffed animals scattered across the kitten sheets. A juice box and crumbs were testament to a late-night snack, while a baby monitor held the place of honor in the center of the large glass coffee table she'd pushed away from the sofa.