At one place, I worked the managerial end of things while our foreman was in the hospital." For the first time since Steve had entered the room, Ziff now looked Clay's way, his face smug and confident.
Time instantly warped to the past as memories from the night of the Miller's Ranch barbecue--the night Clay had completely misinterpreted a situation between her and Keith.
I should have known. Those are the worst--the misinterpretations.
Then without comment, he stepped to the still open front door, donned his hat, and stepped out into the sunlight. A few seconds later, the engine of his pickup roared to life, then grew fainter as he pulled away.
What? That's His reaction?
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