Din’s black SUV rolled into the Valenti compound just in time, He cut the engine, sat still for a second, fingers tapping on the wheel. His shirt felt too tight, his collar too loose.
Uncertain about why he had rallied down here at one mention by Marie, his hands grabbed the steering wheel, turning veiny on it, teeth clenching together.
He glanced at the side mirror, ran his hand through his beard, rubbed the back of his palm over his lips hard, like he could scrub away Jessie’s taste.
He stared again into the mirror, Jessie's lip gloss shine gone now. He pulled out a small bottle of cologne from the glove box, sprayed twice on his neck, once on his wrists. Everything had to be perfect. Feel normal.
Then he judged himself, why is he so concerned about impressing a woman carrying ano
