Soon, Mark was ushering Dewayne into the living room. The tour guide walked in with a bright bouquet of flowers in hand.
He was dressed in what Jessica assumed was his work uniform—khaki cargo pants and a snug white t-shirt stamped with his company’s logo over the chest. The fabric clung to his lean, muscular frame, and she noticed more than one subtle glance from Mark as Dewayne stepped further into the room.
It was obvious he was on his way to work but had detoured to check on her first.
“Jessie!” Dewayne called, crossing the room in quick strides. “I heard about the accident. Are you okay?”
Jessica smiled, genuinely touched. “I’m fine, Dewayne. Thank you for stopping by. That was really thoughtful.”
“She’s fine for now,” Mark said from near the doorway, his tone clipped. He remaine
