As always, the weather was better than on the Seattle side. Ashley stepped into sunshine as she exited Jeff’s BMW. “Now here’s something I haven’t seen in a while,” she joked as she raised her face to the warm rays. The past few weeks had been typical for spring in Seattle. Plenty of cool days and lots of rain. The weather people kept hinting at sunshine but then changing the forecast. Her feet crunched on the gravel parking lot as she moved to the rear of Jeff’s car and waited for him to open the trunk. She glanced at the cars around them. “Lexus, Jaguars, Mercedes and ” she counted “three limos. So, Jeff, tell me about these clients of yours.” He pulled her shabby suitcase from the cavernous truck. His own bag was soft, black leather. It was so smooth to the touch, she wouldn’t mind a coat in the same material. “Executives,” he said. “I told you that.” “Yeah, but I was thinking about my local bank branch manager. These people are way different.” He grinned.
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