“Did you get a call from the lawyers?” Mike asked Dorothy nervously. He paced around the living room, his long legs making quick strides. He was dressed casually but neatly in a faded light blue button-down shirt and well-fitting jeans that complemented his eyes, a deep chocolate brown. His hair was combed straight back, but a few wavy strands still rebelled and fell charmingly over his forehead. Mike had a full, wavy beard that covered his jaw and partially obstructed his smile. His beard wa...