With the sun gone, the wind felt cold.
A suit jacket, fragrant with cologne, was gently draped around her from behind, shielding her from the cold wind. A low, husky voice said, "Why aren't you wearing more? You'll be cold sitting here."
Hearing the familiar, low voice, Julia turned and saw Glades Horne standing behind her, his face full of tenderness as he gazed deeply at her.
She didn't stand up immediately, just met his gaze steadily. After a moment, she said softly, "You're back."
Glades Horne moved to stand before her and crouched down, saying softly, "I'm back."
He reached out his large hand, placed it on her small face, and caressed it gently, as if her face were fragile glass that would shatter with the slightest excess pressure. An unusual light shone in his deep eyes, enveloping her completely. "Just now, when I returned, Dad said a few things to me."
Julia stiffened. Had her father-in-law complained to Glades Horne?
