CHAPTER 20
CLOTHES MAKE THE WOMANHouston, Texas
I got home, fixed a salad with some cheese, not in the mood for a big meal. After eating I grabbed the phone and brought it into the family room with me, setting it on the coffee table within easy reach. All night I found myself looking at the clock and wondering when the phone would ring.
Why hasn’t she called?
I fidgeted, kept shifting in my seat, reading the same page of the novel over and over. Soon after that I fell asleep on the sofa, the book I was reading still in my hand.
The ring of the phone jarred me awake. I grabbed for it, clearing my throat and doing my best to sound alert. It was midnight. “Hello.”
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
It was her. “No, you didn’t.”
She must have heard the sleepiness in my voice, that unmistakab
