Chapter Eighteen
Walker
Jade stood on the side of the winding highway in a small viewing area with what appeared to be a dog leash and a blanket in her hand. An opossum was on the ground a few feet in front of her. As I approached this rather unexpected scene, I had to fight back the urge to laugh.
“Now, why doesn’t it surprise me that it looks like you’re planning to wrap that injured opossum in a blanket?” I asked when I reached Jade’s side.
I could see the flush on her cheeks from the glare of the headlights I’d left on.
“Well, it shouldn’t surprise you,” she retorted, resting the hand holding the leash on her hip. “He’s injured. I’m going to get him in my car and call Jackson and take him down to the clinic.”
I almost sighed, but I caught myself. Jade was going to do this whether
