She made a face. "It will do." Really, she should just have bought one on her way here.
She shed her coat and hung it up on the rack by the door. This was new territory for her, but she was applying her old attitude toward life. If she was going to do something, she would do it honestly, and with everything she had in her. It was what had made her a good leader, and it was, hopefully, going to make it easier to deal with the unfamiliarity of romance.
"Thank you. I appreciate that." Her tone was softer, almost thoughtful. What the hell were they going to say to each other?