Even as worried as he was about what he was likely to find in searching Ben's things, Jamie couldn't help but laugh at the cautious way Dillon eased himself into the driver's seat of the low-sitting Firebird. "What's the matter? Sore?"
Dillon shot him a dirty look. "You should know. You're the one who stuck that tree branch of yours up my ass."
"As I recall, you loved it." Jamie climbed into the car amidst Dillon's assurances that he had. It wasn't until he was completely seated and was closing the door that Jamie remembered the last time he was in that car.
The night of the dance. The last time he ever saw Ben. Jamie had talked to him the next day on the phone, but that night was the last time Jamie ever saw Ben's face. The hurt must have shown on his own face, because Dillon's reacti
