He hadn't changed.
Not at all.
His beard aside, he was still Patrick Jane. Less than five minutes since meeting him, she was already annoyed by him. Really, Jane, would you for once do what you're told? But if he did that, she supposed, he wouldn't be her Jane.
Her Jane.
Now that was a dangerous thought.
And who was Kim? Since when he saw a woman? Wasn't she the only woman he saw?
That was an even more dangerous thought.
She had these thoughts every day, every night, in the last two years.
Welcome home.
