CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jenna kept thinking of the handsome young attorney she’d met on Tuesday, as she drove home after work. She really liked him, and wondered if he liked her. She knew she was attractive, but he had not been flirty, rather serious and very professional. So she couldn’t be sure. But she thought he liked her, too. Female intuition. She hoped she was right. It was the first time after her breakup with Joe, two years ago, that she felt attracted to a man. Greg Larson seemed trustworthy.
Suddenly, she noticed she was parked in her driveway. Enough daydreaming, she chastised herself. You’re just a witness and he probably won’t give you a second thought. If you don’t get your boots on, it will get dark before you and Otto get done with your run. She entered the house and as always
