“I wish you two wouldn’t fight,” she said. Jet shook her head. “That wasn’t a fight. Just a normal conversation. You wouldn’t know.” “He’s under a lot of stress.” “He’s Luke,” Jet said, “he’s always stressed. And I bet he managed to find time to play golf with Jack Finney and David Dale at least twice this week. Stressed. I knew him first, remember. Knew you first too.” Because that was the real thing, that cold, barbed thing between Jet and Sophia.
