Ballet Shoes And Engine Grease
“The door was open. Good. She was making herself accessible. Approachable. On Monday and Tuesday, he’d resisted the temptation to drive out but keeping away hadn’t stopped him from thinking about Crimson, wondering how she was getting on.
The sight of her small frame swamped behind the huge desk and the stacks of paperwork that cluttered the top hit him in the chest.
She looked a wreck. Pale as a ghost, with dark shadows under her eyes. If he hadn’t thought it impossible for anyone to drop half ...a stone in four days, that’s how much weight he would have guessed she’d lost—or was it just that the neat beige suit was too big for her?
“Are you ill?” he blurted out without thinking.
“Jesus.” She jerked up so hard the swivel chair beneath her rocked. “You startled me.”
“What’s wrong? You look like hell.”
“I…” She ran her fingers along the edge of the document she was studying. “I haven’t been sleeping much…there’s such a lot to learn…I’ve been trying to read all these reports.”MoreLess
The sight of her small frame swamped behind the huge desk and the stacks of paperwork that cluttered the top hit him in the chest.
She looked a wreck. Pale as a ghost, with dark shadows under her eyes. If he hadn’t thought it impossible for anyone to drop half ...a stone in four days, that’s how much weight he would have guessed she’d lost—or was it just that the neat beige suit was too big for her?
“Are you ill?” he blurted out without thinking.
“Jesus.” She jerked up so hard the swivel chair beneath her rocked. “You startled me.”
“What’s wrong? You look like hell.”
“I…” She ran her fingers along the edge of the document she was studying. “I haven’t been sleeping much…there’s such a lot to learn…I’ve been trying to read all these reports.”MoreLess
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