There he is. He's standing at the bar, and she wishes she dared just run in there and wrap her arms around him. He looks sad. Oh, she can see the smile he puts on for customers, but it doesn't reach his eyes. She likes his eyes when they're smiling.

Brigid wants nothing more than to race in there and beg forgiveness.

Instead, she stands outside, fidgeting with her crucifix for several moments. Her Alpha would be ashamed of the time she's wasting. Swallowing, she takes a step toward the door.

She slides inside, and lets her eyes adjust from the bright early afternoon.

"Jackie?"