CHAPTER SIX
“Jack, can I borrow the truck?” I asked as I went to the stove to serve him a second helping of chili.
“Do you drive?”
“Of course I drive.”
“Well?” he needed more explanation.
“Yes, never an accident, one tiny little ticket three years ago.”
“I’ll think about it,” he replied as I set his bowl in front of him. I stood back, running my hands through his hair like I really cared about him—which I did. He found my affectionate gesture disturbing, but he didn’t tell me to stop.
“Aren’t you going to ask where I want to go?” I asked as I returned to my seat.
“Should I be interested?”
I started to pout, eyeing him like a grouchy kid. “I suppose not,” I finally decided. I dug a spoon into my beans and hamburger and filled my mouth with a bite so huge I couldn’t answer him ev
