Chapter Thirty-one
Blowing out a breath, she turned this way and that, examining herself in the standalone mirror. She chose the nicest women’s-cut suit that she’d kept—one of a couple—from her days in Manhattan. She knew she cut a nice figure in that suit, feminine yet radiated, “Don’t f**k with me.” It was a power suit, and that was the point.
“Holy smokes.”
She froze, unable to take her eyes off the reflection of the woman who entered the bedroom. Slowing turned from the mirror, she wanted to take in the real thing. They’d had to buy Wyatt a dress, as she was struggling to put that last four or five pounds back on, but she was utterly gorgeous in the emerald-green dress that brought out the green in her eyes. She wore a small bit of makeup, just enough to add an edge to her natural b
