When he went into the living room, Audrey was changed out of her business clothes and into the far more comfortable attire he’d brought her. Or at least, he assumed she was; her blouse and skirt were draped over the arm of the couch, but she had the knitted throw he’d given her pulled up nearly to her neck, so it was hard to see for sure what she was wearing.
“Here you go,” he said, and reached out with one of the mugs.
She slipped a hand past the throw to take the mug from him. “That smells amazing.” And she blew on the coffee a few times, then took a very cautious sip. Almost at once, some color returned to her cheeks, and Michael found himself relaxing slightly. She’d had a shock. That was all. She was going to be fine.
He allowed himself a sip from his own mug. Yes, that was good. H
