Chapter 5
It was close to eleven P.M. when Rod and Chris helped Dane from the truck to the back porch, each supporting him with a shoulder under his arms. Before they quite made it to the door, it opened and Sayer walked out onto the porch, followed by a whining Boone.
“What happened?”
“Bad house fire. He fell through the second floor to the landing.” Rod angled through the doorway and into the living room, helping Dane out of his coat and into his chair. Chris carried one of Dane’s boots in his hand and set it by the door.
“Chris drove Dane’s truck, and I followed in my car.” Rod propped Dane’s wrapped ankle on the ottoman and carefully placed a pillow beneath it.
“I’m fine,” Dane said.
“The dog was going crazy, and Dane was so late…I was worried.” Sayer ran a hand through his hair,
