Chapter Three
Looking into the smiling face of her ally, Terry felt rescued. Since her arrest two hours ago, it was the first friendly face she had seen.
Mr. Jenning’s smile faded, replaced by shock. “This is an outrage!” he exclaimed. “Didn’t they give you a jumpsuit to wear?”
As Terry shook her head, blushing, he stripped off his blazer and draped it over her shoulders. It seemed to her that he took more time than he needed to accomplish the task, smoothing the lapels and tucking the jacket’s tails behind her as she leaned forward in her chair. She dismissed it. He was a man, after all. She knew that she was attractive. He might work harder in her behalf if she let him enjoy the show.
“I thought they would,” her lip quavered at the memory, but she bit back her tears. “They were very
