I parked in my reserved spot and went inside, stopping to stomp the snow off my shoes on the mat inside the door. The volunteer hadn’t arrived for the front desk yet, but then they weren’t due until nine A.M.
“I thought I’d told you not to bother to come in,” I said to Jean as I went into her office.
As I took off my coat, she said, “I didn’t have any trouble. The Cherokee goes through just about anything. You should get one.”
“I hate those big beasts.” We’d had that discussion before.
“Say, aren’t those the clothes you were wearing yesterday?”
I think I blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You were on your way to Chave MacPherson’s when you left here. You must have stayed the night.”
“Not that it’s any of your business.”
She laughed. “I told you last fall you’d eventually wind up sleeping with
