“I’ll give you this,” he said. “As much as I hate that you left, I probably should have followed suit. Maybe I’ve been jealous of you all these years.” I felt my head kick back. He’d never said any such thing before. I took a long look at the Shasta, at the metal wing on the end. “You think that’s what’s wrong between us?” I asked over my shoulder. “Carver, there’s nothing wrong between us.
