There was no denying the gentleman, who he guessed was roughly ten years their senior, seemed to care about Rachel. There was a casual familiarity between them as they ironed out the details of obtaining the money. While they worked, he swept a curious gaze around the room. Family photos featuring Gerald, his wife, Nancy, and their two grown sons were proudly displayed. The furnishings in the room, including the holiday decorations, were expensive and fancy—not to his taste at all but not awful, either. The place looked like something out of a fashion magazine, and he didn’t doubt for a moment that a professional decorator had had a hand in the outcome. He’d never been to Rachel’s house and wondered if her style was similar to Gerry’s. Not that he should care one way or the other. But somehow, he couldn’t imagine Rachel raising Joey in a fancy, formal place like this. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on his part.
