She had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be embarrassed about. So she wasn’t perfect, so she wasn’t slim and beautiful, so what? She held her own in the world, she was independent, confident…well, kind of confident. Now and again something would happen that made her stand on confidence waver, but she’d always managed to scramble back up, brace her legs apart, put her hands on her hips and lift her chin in renewed determination. It was what had gotten her through that horrible time. It was what had gotten her to where she stood now, and no man was going to make her feel worthless. Sucking in a bracing breath, she shoved the car door open, got out, swung the strap of her small bag over her shoulder and slammed the door shut - and cringed just a little at the thought that Jason would hear. Okay, might have to work on the confidence thing just a wee bit. It had certainly taken a battering the previous night.
