She’d seen heads turn as they’d passed through two larger rooms on their way to this spot. Was it Jerry or her at whom everyone looked? Surely him—he wore an elegantly tailored suit in off-white, set off by a royal blue shirt and a blue-and-cream tie. The light gleamed in his hair, making cinnamon highlights that looked almost metallic, and he walked like royalty, head up and shoulders back, surveying his kingdom with confidence just short of arrogance.
She sat, folded her hands in her lap to keep from fidgeting, and tried to will her heart to a slower pace. Years ago, at the very top of the gigantic Ferris wheel at the county fair, she’d felt exactly this way—giddy but triumphant, on top of the world, scared it wouldn’t last, but determined to enjoy every second of the incredible high.
