Epilogue
Lawrence passed through the open door and into Ruth’s bedroom. “I walked by Nancy’s place on the way home. She’s just packing the car. I’m supposed to remind you to bring your walking shoes.”
“They’re already in my shoe bag, along with a selection of dress shoes for the Shaw festival and dinner and... what else? Do I need slippers? No, nothing says old lady like a ratty pair of slippers.”
Lawrence caught her by the shoulders and held her steady. “Calm down. It’s just a weekend getaway. There’s no need to panic.”
Her breath rattled as she laughed at herself, but his calm expression soothed her hammering heart. “I know, I know. I’m freaking out for no reason.”
“You sure are.”
Turning to the open suitcase, Ruth ran her fingers across the silky things she’d packed. “It re
