Wes couldn't help but smile when Jennifer - Mrs. Evans, he mentally corrected - said she had faith in him. That meant a lot. Maybe even more than a lot, coming from her. A gorgeous woman tells you she has faith in your brain power, you don't argue with her.
Another problem? Oh. Well. Wes rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment. There was another problem he'd like to discuss, but it wasn't exactly his.
"Um. Well." He took a deep breath. Might as well say something. She did ask, after all. "Are you okay? I mean, not to pry or anything, but I kind of picked up on some tension between you and your husband when I've been over to your place to do yard work. It...didn't sound like it'd be any fun to deal with. Some of it."