He rose, a warm smile on his craggy face. Today, he was dressed in the conservative end of Seattle business casual. The fabric of his two-button blazer was so beautifully woven, she wanted to stroke it.
Beneath, he wore a long-sleeved cotton shirt. Flat-front no-cuff slacks and Bruno Magli loafers added to the understated elegance. The designer brands were the same ones Nigel favored. Bruce’s selections were from the top of the price range. His “limited edition” outfit had cost at least three grand.
She was glad she’d chosen the maroon wool-jersey dress for her courtroom appearance. The cut and style blended with the restaurant’s moneyed atmosphere, discreetly showing off her well-toned glutes.
The restaurant smelled of freshly baked breads and bruised herbs.
Waving away the menu offer
