Chapter Twelve
Trapped by the implacable vortex that was the silent Stan Corman, Jodie leaned her seat back enough that she could talk to Davy where he sat behind Stan.
His hands were tightly pinched between his knees as if it was the only way he could keep them from shaking. All signs of the smooth, confident man who’d sat in her bedroom with Brandy just last week were gone.
“You really flew out because you thought I sounded sad?”
Davy nodded, shrugged, and nodded again. “I suppose that I did. You don’t show your feelings very often, Jodz. So I decided that since you had, maybe you needed…” he hesitated and stared at the back of Stan’s head for a moment, “…a friend.”
She didn’t know why Stan’s presence made him change what he was going to say. Nor did she know what to say to his inna
