5 NoraLate Sunday afternoon, Nora parked the Buick in its slot beneath her studio apartment. She was home. Forty-eight hours later than planned and she wasn’t one bit sorry.
After finishing with Astrid Watson on Friday, she’d phoned Kent and let him talk her into returning to Olympia.
Before leaving Portland, she’d also called Winnie’s cell. Gotten no answer. Left a voice message wishing her well. Nora hadn’t tried again.
She and Kent had been too busy exploring Olympia. And each other.
She’d torn herself away from him at noon today. Pulled on her jeans, hopped into her car, and driven straight to Spokane with only one stop to refuel the Buick. She should have been exhausted. Instead, she was bursting with energy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this Super Woman feeling.
