Lana's Cottage, Monday evening (NWS)
On Tuesday, Jim had still be working hard, drowning in cases and paperwork.
On Thursday, things had mostly been wrapped up.
On Friday, he had been starting to get antsy.
On Saturday, he started for the airport, only to have Simon remind him that he got those basketball tickets for the night after, and all the guys were going, and Taggert was really looking forward to it, and one more day wasn't going to hurt.
On Sunday, the Jags lost.
On Monday, Jim finally, finally, finally rolled his truck in front of Lana's cottage, parked by the side of the road, and slid out of the cab. He hadn't stopped for flowers or anything, wanting only to get back so he could prove to her that he was, in fact, coming back and always would. He strode across the lawn and up to the door, refraining from hammering only by the mightiest effort. He didn't really want to get shot again, especially because he needed both arms to wrap around her.
On Thursday, things had mostly been wrapped up.
On Friday, he had been starting to get antsy.
On Saturday, he started for the airport, only to have Simon remind him that he got those basketball tickets for the night after, and all the guys were going, and Taggert was really looking forward to it, and one more day wasn't going to hurt.
On Sunday, the Jags lost.
On Monday, Jim finally, finally, finally rolled his truck in front of Lana's cottage, parked by the side of the road, and slid out of the cab. He hadn't stopped for flowers or anything, wanting only to get back so he could prove to her that he was, in fact, coming back and always would. He strode across the lawn and up to the door, refraining from hammering only by the mightiest effort. He didn't really want to get shot again, especially because he needed both arms to wrap around her.