8
For the umpteenth time, Dani looked at the clock. Five minutes until Paul would be there to pick her up. She wasn’t sure what to wear to a self-defense class, and after speaking with Ellie, they both agreed on yoga pants and a comfortable T-shirt and a fleece.
She heard a car door slam. Pulling the curtain aside, she was happy to see Paul ascending the stairs.
Before he reached the top, she yanked the door open. “Am I dressed okay?”
Paul’s gaze traveled from the tips of her sneakers to her eyes. “You look like you’re ready to kick butt and not bother to take any names.”
Dani giggled. “I don’t know about that, but I’m as ready as I can be.” She rattled the knob. “All set.”
“Uneventful rest of the day?”
“Yeah, I think Derek may have left town.”
“Might be wishful thinking.”
Dani’s
