Chapter Eleven
“Where the hell are you taking me?” Jenna turned on Buck.
“I told you. I have to grab my wallet. I left it on the dresser.”
Jenna had never visited him at home. “You live way out here? In the sticks? You told me it was on the way to the restaurant.”
Buck snorted out his nose. “Well you were squawking like a damned chicken. I had to tell you something to shut you up. And what’s the big deal anyway. The house is just up the way. I’ll run in, grab my cash and then it’s twenty minutes back. It’s not like we have a reservation.”
“House? Did you say you have a house?” Jenna had assumed he lived in a dumpy apartment somewhere; a part of town where slum landlords didn’t check references.
“It belonged to my folks, when they were still alive. I’ve been there my whole life. When
