Chapter 2
“Like I told your father, I’m fine. Stop hovering,” Becky said. Neil had to be the worst of her children when it came to worrying about her. Not that Brad and Jed hadn’t done their share. Her children, her boys, were strong and good looking, just like their father in their own ways, but each as different as the next. At least Neil had started to relax somewhat. She could see this in the way he dressed. He had swapped out the tailored suits he always wore for black cargo shorts today, and his shirt and tie were also gone.
She hadn’t seen him dressed up in so long. Even when he’d visited her at rehab, she often saw him in a plain cotton shirt or a simple plain T-shirt. Even his neatly shaven look and short dark hair had changed to a longer style, just brushing his ears, and a fiv
