Chapter 30. Her Kind Of Date

He wore a dark sweater.

Diana saw him waiting by the elevator on Saturday morning and stopped so abruptly that he looked down at himself.

“Was there another instruction?”

“No.”

“You look concerned.”

She walked toward him. Without the jacket, he seemed broader across the shoulders and somehow less distant. The sweater made her want to stand close enough to press her face against it, which was an inconvenient response to a garment intended for public use.

“I may have underestimated knitwear.”

He laughed and reached for her coat. When he lifted her hair clear of the collar, his fingers brushed the back of her neck.

“You look beautiful.”

“It's the dress you already bought me.”

“I remember the dress. I'm looking at you.”

She turned before he could see how well that had worked.

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