Chapter 8
Mark put on his heavy winter coat and laced up his boots. This was the first time Billy Jo had ever seen him wear anything other than cowboy boots. She was still trying to wrap her head around what he had said. Kyle Drake, the old guy who was supposed to marry them, was dead.
She reached for her dusty rose down coat in the closet after changing into thick socks, a warm sweatshirt of Mark’s, and blue jeans.
“What are you doing?” Mark said. She heard footsteps in the hall and glanced over. The soft light from the battery-operated lantern shone on Chris, still holding a shotgun, and Jed behind him.
“I’m going with you.” She shoved her arms into her coat.
“No, you’re not,” he said. “You stay here. There’s a storm out there, and I have no idea what the hell I’m walking into. The
