[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

The rest of the meal was finished in silence. Jess barely glanced in Roxy's direction. She knew she'd hardly made a good first impression on the anchor. Sooner or later, though, Roxy would see who she'd once been... or so she told herself. Could she ever be that person again?

Deep down, she knew the answer. No. Not entirely. She'd get as close as possible to being her former self, though.

She stood up and placed the empty bowl in the dishwasher, then viewed the spacious room again. [color=teal]"I guess I'd better take a look around,"[/color] she said. [color=teal]"Better get familiar with this place."[/color] The more she studied her surroundings, though, the more she acknowledged with a sinking feeling that her mother really wasn't going to approve of a home like this. Her attention flicked over the workout area, or rather, the combat training area.

Why was it, she wondered, that Roxy felt the need to be so defensive, both physically and verbally?