Justin
Jack Dunn hands me a cup of coffee, lifting it to me in the back seat of his super-cab truck. The truck is about as old as mine, and in equally good shape. “Here you go." He meets my gaze. “Thanks again for helping us out."
I look back at the moving trailer we're pulling.
“What else could I be doing on a Sunday morning?" I say before taking the lid off the coffee. The steam and rich aroma swirl into the air.
“I bet Bridget would say church."
With a scoff I nod. “You're right, Mom would. And my dad would say there's work to be done."
Jack gets in the driver's seat and turns on the engine as we wait for Ricky to come out of the convenience store. “Rick told me you might be interested in our property?"
My stomach clenches. This is the first time Jack has talked directly to m
