The James who stepped out of his SUV very much resembled the man I’d first met. With the expensive suit, fancy dress shoes, and the head-to-toe polished look. Hell, today he even wore a tie and a jacket.
I got it. I really did. He wanted to make an impression on the medical staff.
So did I, although I’d opted for khakis and a button-down baby-blue shirt. It did nothing for me looks-wise, but I didn’t care. The days of picking outfits to try to either downplay or emphasize my hair were long gone. Comfort was the most important thing. I locked my front door and headed to James’s SUV.
I tucked my messenger bag at my feet, noting James’s briefcase behind the driver’s seat.
I leaned over so Widget could lick my cheek, then she quickly settled back into her seat.
I secured my seat belt and,
