The change in him was astonishing, and she almost did a double-take. While he’d been barefoot, dressed in worn shorts and a T-shirt while they’d worked in the garden that day, he was now dressed in a pair of rugged blue jeans and old cowboy boots. He looked so much larger and more powerful than he had any other time. His broad shoulders seemed more muscled and his flesh more tanned in the glow from the lantern. She could hardly imagine him in a pinstripe suit, walking with an easy gait into a courtroom where he’d do battle in polished surroundings. Perhaps he did battle well in that sphere because he had this strength at the foundation of his character.
Staring at him in awe, his face exuded that distinctive darkness she’d grown to know well, though he seemed all the more severe with
