I grabbed my bag, then locked the car with the fob before I trotted up the steps, entering the main building through the side doors that led to the offices. The heels of my pumps clicked along the parquet floors of the hall as I made my way toward my office at the far end. I had to pass Jeremy’s office to get to mine, so I figured, I’d just pop in for a quick kiss and then get to work.

But just as I lifted my hand to knock on his half-opened door, I heard a woman giggle. I dropped my hand to the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Jeremy sat at his L-shaped Cherrywood desk, facing his computer and then, there was Dana Washington, our Director of Marketing. The woman who I’d mentioned to my sister.

Dana was perched against the edge of his desk. Her back was to me while her breasts were all in Jeremy’s face. I wondered how he could even see the screen.

“Pastor, you’re so brilliant.” Dana purred and then released that trying-to-sound-sexy giggle again.

It looked like Jeremy was sharing something with Dana on his computer and I folded my arms, just watching, wanting to see how far Dana would go before the beat down began.

She didn’t make me wait long. When she leaned over and began massaging Jeremy’s shoulder, I pushed the door open so hard it slammed against the wall.

Both of them jumped, though I was sure Jeremy did only because he was startled. But Dana leapt off the desk, landing at least ten feet from my husband, which was where she should have been all along. Her eyes were wide at first, but as Jeremy turned his back to her and crossed the room to greet me, a smirk filled her face.

“Babe, is it five already?” Jeremy kissed me.

I returned his affection, though I kept my gaze on Dana, who now stood with her arms crossed. As if she wanted me to let me know she wasn't the least bit intimidated by my presence.

He said, “I was just in here going over some of the caterer’s proposals.”

“Really?” I said. “With Dana?”

“Oh,” her voice sounded so innocent. “I just offered to help Pastor narrow down the list since you weren’t here to do it.”

I crossed my arms, matching her stance. “You seem to be offering him lots of you these days.”

“What do you mean?” she asked in a saccharine-sweet tone. I just stared at her. “Are you okay?”

“You tell me.”

Her left eyebrow rose a little and then with a deep sigh, she moved toward us. “Well uh, on that note, Pastor.” She paused as she came within inches of where Jeremy and I stood. “I’ll be in my office for another hour or so if you need me.”

“He won’t,” I said. “I’m here now so you can go home.”

She sighed, shook her head and I really didn’t care. Then, when I faced my husband and his eyebrows were furrowed, I cared even less.