Chapter 3
Only when she stepped inside did she remember how she was dressed.
The bar at Cutters was perched high on the hill, overlooking a long sweep of the Seattle waterfront and Elliott Bay right across to the Olympic Mountains towering into the sky—or they would be if it weren’t for the dark layer of clouds. Not that anything outside the windows really mattered. Cutters was the place to see and be seen.
And she was in the clothes that she’d put on yesterday after graduation. There’d been parties and dancing right through the night until she’d had to rush back to get her stuff and catch the plane. Plus a long rumpling flight.
She was wearing a dark red t-shirt with the TJPWC logo. Her youth line had been named for Tammy, Jasper, Perrin, and her dad Bill (except with a W for William
