The Secretary's Pumpkin Porridge

My husband came home after a business dinner with a faint orange lipstick smudge on his collar.

It was the exact shade his secretary, Maddy, loved to wear.

He wiped it away like it was nothing, offering a casual explanation.

"She was covering for me at the bar and got a little rowdy after a few too many. She must have bumped into me by accident."

I just nodded and placed a glass of honey lemon water in front of him to help with his hangover.

I had seen Maddy drunk before. She would cling to