“You’ve been sitting outside for two hours,” she said. “Mac.”
He was leaning against the car with his jacket collar up and his hands in his pockets and when she came through the courthouse doors and saw him standing there something in her chest did a thing she had no category for. He looked up when he heard her and pushed off the car and that was all. He just walked toward her and she walked toward him and they met in the middle of the pavement.
She looked at his face.
“You sat out here the whole time,” she said.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
She stared at him. This man who ran a fourteen-floor company, who had a board meeting she knew he had moved and calls she knew he had cancelled, who had driven to a courthouse and sat in his car for two hours because she was in
