Knox pocketed his keys. “You see him, tell him I’m looking for him.” “Me too,” Naomi added. “I tried calling him to invite him to Sunday dinner, but it went straight to voicemail.” “Might as well tell him I’m lookin’ for him too,” Waylay piped up. “Why are you lookin’ for him?” Knox demanded. Waylay shrugged in her pink sweater. “Dunno. Just felt left out.” Knox pulled her in for a headlock and ruffled her hair.
