29 NoraFour days later, Nora was back at the Legal Resource Center, finishing a mid-afternoon smoke break. Tucking her pack and lighter into her shoulder bag, she scurried indoors.
She smelled recently-applied floor wax as she sashayed down the hallway toward Quinn’s office, her cowgirl boots clicking on the spotless vinyl. She smiled at the buffed leather toes peeping out below the hem of her best-fitting Wranglers.
Outside, hazy clouds covered blue sky, filtering the sunlight, and the temperature was a balmy sixty-eight degrees.
Warm enough, she’d rolled up the sleeves on her favorite red gingham shirt and undone the top three pearl snaps, exposing the lace trim on her cotton undershirt. A gift from Winnie. Apparently on a crusade to make female lawyers over into her own sassy, sexy i
