She wore his coat to the office.

She hadn't planned to. She had taken it off when she got home last night, draped it over the back of her chair, told herself she would return it in the morning in the most professional manner possible. But the morning had been grey and slightly cold and the coat was right there and it smelled like him — that dark, clean, entirely unreasonable scent — and she had put it on before she had finished the thought.