Chapter 24
In his haste to get down here and speak with Rosalie, he hadn’t paid even one whit of attention to what time it was. He had to remind himself that Rosalie, and the world in general, were not waiting with bated breath for his response.
He looked around the street for something to occupy a little more than an hour. He could go get coffee, but that would only make him more jumpy than he already was. But what other options were there? Across the street was a convenience store and strip mall containing a Laundromat, the alderman’s office for that ward, and a wash-your-own-dog pet care place. None of these offered much distraction.
Henry decided his best course of action was simply to walk back down to the lakefront. He could take off his shirt and shoes, roll up his jeans, and sit in the sand. If he wanted even more distraction than surf and sand, perhaps a hunky lifeguard would appear. Henry could always fantasize.