Still, it hadn’t taken much fussing.
The amount of fussing that Andy had been dealing with—even given how remarkably helpless Eleanor Howard was for being a grown-ass woman—was worrisome.
Speak of the devil—that was Andy’s voice echoing in from the kitchen. That had been a shorter meeting than Scooter had expected; maybe Andy would be able to help with the process nonsense after all.
Two light taps, and the office door opened. “Hey, honey, I’m home.” Andy grinned, but it looked a little strained. Ugh, lawyers.