"Dude..." one of the younger guys said as Thor breezed past him. "So does that mean we don't get any coffee?" One of the elder men just motioned for them to get back to work because Deirk looked ready to punch his fist in a wall.
He'd caught a glimpse of her golden hair as she exited their area. He closed his eyes for a moment because the last time he'd assumed he knew her she had been something else even closer than a wife. She had been Jenny, and Jenny had been a daughter and there were some really unsettling thoughts there of how that affected him mentally.
Something hit his stomach as hard as that hammer. Maybe that coffee wasn't a bad idea.