“Her… husband was in a motorcycle accident.” I don’t even get into the whole separation thing – Jacob is still her husband as far as I’m concerned because they’re not legally divorced yet.
“Fuck,” Blake whispers. “Is he okay?”
“No one knows yet,” I tell him.
“You sure you don’t want to go with her?” he asks. “We’ll be fine.”
I turn to him. “I promised Marilyn,” I tell him. “I’m staying.”
A quick flash of happiness flickers across his eyes – it’s so quick, I barely catch it. And then he’s back to his old self. “Well, suit yourself. And try to keep up. We’ll have a lot of work to do when we get there.”
I shake my head. “Well, aren’t you a bag of treats.”
Why does he have to be such a jerk all the time? I just don’t get it.
I don’t get him. At all.
