janemarcone:
âMm,â she said noncommittally. âWell, whomever is advising you has good taste.â The outfit suited his long, lanky form. âCan I ask his or her name? Iâm looking for a new stylist. Mine isâŚa touch too conservative.â She gestured at her own ensemble, a sharp grey business jacket and matching skirt, perfectly cut for her figure.
Harry blinked and looked down at his clothing. Sure, it had changed. Jeans that actually fit. Button-down shirts. Sometimes even a blazer, when he wasnât wearing his duster, and none of it had ever been wrinkled on his living room floor. âUh⌠sheâs a little.. She likes to keep to herself.â
He looked back at Marcone and made a show of looking her up and down. âBesides, you seem to be doing better for yourself than you think you are.â
Her eyes flickered as he stammered out the explanation. âI see,â she murmured. âNew girlfriend?â
It wasnât definitive, but all the factors together were highly suggestive. Jane was worried. She didnât let it show, of course.
Instead, with a smirk at the compliment, she said, âWhy, Mr. Dresden. I believe thatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me.â
















