Gretchen slept after her appointment in radiology, and Drew left her snoozing to go get the kids. Jess pulled open the door and climbed into the cab of Drew’s truck first, saying, “Hey, Drew,” like they were old friends.
“Hey, there.” He grinned at the easy-going nature of the boy. Janey had done a great job of raising him on her own after her husband’s death in a ferry fire. Drew had been one of the first on-scene, but the scuba cops had done the bulk of the work in getting survivors back to land, where Drew and his crew could then work on them. If Drew remembered right, Jess had been a baby when his father had died.
Dixie climbed up after Jess and pulled the door closed. She didn’t say anything, and Drew wondered what was bothering her. He wasn’t sure how to ask, so he put the truck in
