Chapter Fourteen
“You know, how about I drive today?” Billy Jo said. She was in a pair of red capris, flat sandals, a white T-shirt, and sunglasses and was holding a go-mug, which he hoped held coffee. She stood with the door to her Corolla open after he’d circled around and pulled up beside her, rolling down his window and resting his arm on the frame as he kept the clutch in, the brake on, and the Jeep idling. He wondered why she was smiling.
“How about you not?” he said.
Her smile left.
The last thing he wanted was to have to sit in the passenger side of any car driven by a woman—any woman. He had things to do, and the last thing he wanted was to explain his reasons for doing the things he did and going the places he wanted to go.
“Are you seriously going to go all caveman and insi
