Chapter 8
The bed was covered in clothes, and Kristen’s hair was still wet and tossed up in a towel. She’d forgotten about the PTA meeting after school which put her an hour behind schedule. At least the chicken was roasting in the oven. She’d invited Jax over for dinner… kind of. But what she couldn’t figure out was if this was just a friendly dinner or a date. She never intended it to be a date. Never. No. She wasn’t ready to date. Not yet. It might have been fifteen months, but the wound from Rich’s death was still raw.
Date or not, she didn’t want to look like a sloppy mess of a woman who barely had time to shower. She glanced over the options she’d laid out on the bed. Most were work clothes. Other than jeans and t-shirts, business casual was the only thing she had in her closet. Ma
