In Santa Monica
Heather had chosen a small Italian restaurant with seating on the outdoor patio. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she waits, leaning up against her car that's parked on the street in front of the restaurant. She has no reason to be nervous. It's just Leroy Gibbs. And that's also every reason to be nervous. Fixing things with him is first. Then she'll worry about Charles and Jenny.
With every car that goes by, her heart skips a beat. It's foolish. She knows he has his truck. She knows Charles isn't a stalker. Turning, she faces into the breeze blowing in off the ocean, closing her eyes, and breathing in the salt air.
With every car that goes by, her heart skips a beat. It's foolish. She knows he has his truck. She knows Charles isn't a stalker. Turning, she faces into the breeze blowing in off the ocean, closing her eyes, and breathing in the salt air.