Chapter 1027 Sep 1982, 16:45:
January was ready with time to spare. She’d dressed with special care and now waited for Thad to arrive. Too nervous to sit still, she smoothed a hand down the crisp taffeta skirt of her very best dress as she paced around her now crowded living room. The glass door of the trophy cabinet threw back her dim reflection. She hesitated. Had she gone overboard?
She hadn’t worn this dress in a long time, maybe not since the last Marine Corps Ball before she left California. The rich Irish green shade set off her eyes, and the velvet bodice with its deceptively demure oval neckline and Basque waist did wonders for her figure. Beneath the rustling poof of skirt, which ended above her knees, her legs looked even longer than usual. I’ll knock Thad Gunn’s brain right o
