Trent picked me up just before eight the following morning, as promised.
“Clean clothes,” he commented when I got into the car. “Even if they are well-worn.”
“There’s that ‘tell it like it is’ thing, again,” I replied, chuckling.
He shrugged and smiled as he pulled out of the parking space in the garage. We drove in silence on the way to his office. He was probably thinking about everything he had on his agenda for the day. I was wondering what I could do to keep busy and out of his hair. Probably nothing, I figured, glad I’d brought along the book I’d started last night.
I was right, and since he had appointments all morning, I settled in the break room to read and drink coffee. Or tried to. I was restless. Too restless to concentrate. I finally gave up and began walking the hallway.
