The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window as Jamie pushed open the back door, the familiar creak of the hinges a welcome-home note. The scent of cinnamon and lemon polish filled the air. “Mom? I’m here!”
There’s something about being back in the old stomping grounds that brings out the brat in me. Maybe it’s the familiarity, or maybe it’s the thrill of knowing that certain old friends (or strict authority figures) are still around. I’m planning to be on my best behavior during the 9-to-5, but after hours? Let’s just say my suitcase is packed with more than just spreadsheets. cutie spankee visiting homezip work
“Up you go.” Her mom stood, taking Jamie’s hand. “Over my lap. Three minutes—just to reset that busy brain of yours. Then a bath, then dinner. Then bed by nine. No arguments.” The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen