Chapter Six
Swallowing her pride was an understatement. Billy Jo had to remind herself of her dad’s parting words before she’d dropped him off at the ferry after a quick bite. He’d basically done what he always had, figuring it was his responsibility to make sure she had her head screwed on straight.
She wondered whether he had any idea of the dark thoughts that often plagued her, the growing hate for a woman who had abandoned her.
Now, she found herself in the passenger side of an old black Jeep with takeout cups and packaging at her feet.
“You can just give all that a toss into the back,” Mark said, and it took her a second to realize he was referring to the garbage. He wanted her to clean up after him as he drove along, bouncing over the ruts in the road. She knew the sigh came out
