She tries to take it from me. “Go. I can get home on my own. I’ll even text you when I’m there, so you know I made it.” It’s a reasonable request, but she had something to tell me, and I got the feeling it was important. “Come with me. We can pick up Flynn and drop him off at the house, and then I’ll take you to lunch so we can talk about whatever it is you wanted to talk about.” “Are you sure?” I’m already ushering her toward my truck. “Positive.”
