Stop avoiding the question.
I need to leave town for a few days.Okay. My biggest fear was that whatever this was, it had to do with what had happened to me. I shifted the groceries, their weight cutting into my forearms.
Automatically, Drew took the bags from me. I started walking toward my apartment. It was easier to ask when I didnt need to look into his eyes. This doesnt have anything to do with Shooter, does it? He placed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.No. I just heard the news that a dear friend, a man I consider my mentor, has died.Oh Drew, I am so sorry. Is this the man who you drove to Spokane to visit a few weeks back?
He nodded and whispered, Yes. Joes death was expected, but that doesnt take away the shock of it.I unlocked the outside door and held it open for Drew. He set the bags down on the kitchen countertop. When he turned away, I saw tears glistening in his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Im grateful I had the chance to see Joe when I did.
Clearly Joe was someone close and dear to Drew. It hurt me to see him in such deep emotional pain.
Would you be willing to stay with Mark and Sarah for a few days? he asked, making an effort to control his emotions.I wait for him to say more. Uh, okay, but if you were going to ask someone on a date…
He considers this, still watching the road. Shed have to be someone Id take home to my mother.The purse in my hands is satin, and I glide my fingers along the clasp until I hear the magnetic clasp snap. Open. Close. Adding to the underlying tension filling the cab of this truck.
I hesitate. I have one bottle of wine in the fridge if you want to come in for a little bit.You have two bottles of wine in your fridge.