“Let’s stay in touch about that. See what the weather’s like. After what happened I’m nervous about people I care for being on the highway in snowy weather.”
“I hate to say I told you so, but maybe if you had been in a bigger, more solid car, you’d be in better shape right now.”
“Well, the Miata is defunct, so I’ll probably be shopping for a tank when they let me out of here.”
They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Blake, who’d discreetly left the room, came back in.
“So, is he coming to see you?”
“I told him not to. At least not before the weekend. As I said, he has a business to run.”
“If he really cared about you, he’d be on the highway right now.” Wincing as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Blake apologized. “I’m sorry, Adam. I sound like a jealous boyfrie
