Daniel exhaled through clenched teeth. “I’ll tell her tonight.”

Anna offered him a warm smile. Her natural smile, not the one a counselor saves for clients in the middle of a “don’t blame me” story. “I’m not saying it will go well, but you are the No Secrets guy, right?”

She was right. As always. “You know me better than anyone, don’t you?”

“We’ve worked together for years, Daniel. And at Milly’s birthday party, I saw Kelly corner you in the kitchen about talking to that gorgeous woman in the red dress. We all did.”

Daniel shook the memory from his head—the pleasant chat with another parent from school until Kelly had hovered like a government drone checking the perimeter.

“And if my husband came home with new jewelry without an explanation, my senses would be on high alert. Anyway, I didn’t come in here for a counseling session. I’ve had an idea. We’ve had our thousandth client case since you took over from Howard, so we should celebrate. And it would be nice for you to focus on something positive after you’ve lost Gramps.”

Celebrating was a good idea—one Daniel had often suggested but not considered for himself. It was nice for someone to notice. That was the problem when you resolved other people’s issues twenty-four hours a day. Other people didn’t realize you had them too.

“Daniel, you’ve done amazing things since Howard passed the baton.”

“We have, and maybe we could hold this celebration at our home. Kelly would love to cater, I’m sure.”

Anna smirked. “You think she’ll be okay with us in her home?”

“She’s got nothing to be jealous about.”

“We both know that, but she doesn’t seem to. She hasn’t been subtle in the past.”

Another knock at the door. “I hear the funeral went well.”

Daniel gestured in a tall man who could have stepped from the pages of a fashion magazine—sharp lines over casual blue. Peter Gardner was a great counselor and an asset to Daniel in so many ways.

“It did. Thanks, Peter. End of an era, glad to have closure.”

Peter looked first over one shoulder, then over the other, and then back at Daniel. “Are you talking to me? I’m a friend and a counselor. You don’t need to put that on.”

Monique leaned into the room, took one look at the flash of gold on Daniel’s cuffs, and beamed. “Anna, your four o’clock is here.”

Anna made her way to the door, jerking her head in the direction of Monique’s grin. See? Daniel nodded in return.

Peter pointed to the camera on his desk and whistled. “That’s a beautiful thing.”

Daniel handed it over. “I thought you’d like to see it. It belonged to Gramps, and he left it to me.”