ed, my legs a little shak

essica could even think about reaching for it.

id, stepping in front of Jessic

voice rising. "Whose boyfriend are you,

n accusation hanging heavy in the air. "

ica's face went pale, an

paycheck from the bakery, always "borrowing" things. Th

elled up with those damn crocodile tears. "We've been friends since freshma

give her that. A

ay whatever you want. T

sn't he? A big, manly Ford F-150. Why don't you borr

ruck this weekend. My dad's got that bad knee, r

excuse. Alw

s like he's not willing to lend you his precious

e hook by the door. The feel of the

said, turning my back

like breaking the surface after being held un

, but now it was mixed w

a familiar comfort. This time, I was in the