When they got to the door, Carmen stood up and felt wonderful. She was taking charge of her life. “How long will it take to get there?” she asked, once she’d gotten settled in his car. “Fifteen minutes,” he said. His jaw was tight. “Traffic seems pretty light,” she said. He nodded. “Looks like it might snow again. The nurses were talking about a possibility of four inches.” He didn’t answer. “Is everything okay, Robert?” “Yes,” he said without looking at her. He was definitely acting odd. “Are you sorry we’re doing this?” she asked. He turned to look at her. “Hell, no.” She smiled. “You seem preoccupied.” “Thoughtful,” he said. Was it possible that she’d put the sexy, confident Robert Hanson off his stride?
