He had spent most of the day thinking and rethinking about what occurred between he and Camille that morning. He did not want to rush her and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to start relationship with her with such an important case hanging between them. Camille exited the glass doors, stopped, and leaned her head back, apparently basking in the sun. It was a beautiful day in Houston. The sun was shining and the temperature was cool enough to ride with the car windows down without melting. Marc walked towards her, taking in her conservative suit. It did her body no justice. Camille was hidden behind a boring navy blue suit and he absolutely despised her signature bun. “Your chariot awaits,” he said with an elaborate arm wave and she laughed. “Ready?” He grabbed her bags, freeing her hands. “Yes, are you? And I can drive,” she offered as they walked to his rental car. “I’m good, besides you look like you need a minute to unwind. Do we need to go by your place? I’ve gassed up and we can hit 45.”
