Noel pulled into Wes’ driveway, unsure how the next few minutes would go. It was three in the morning, Wes had closed and locked up Everglades, and she had given Wes just enough time to get home, but not enough to get too comfortable.
As she slid out from behind the steering wheel, stepping into the humid Florida night, Jake pulled up behind her in his dark blue truck, his expression revealing his uncertainty about the next few moments, an uncertainty quite similar to hers. Still, he came with her, which made her glad. The men needed to meet, officially, and not as a shock announcement at closing time.