Foxy squeezed her hands in her lap. Her fingertips felt cold. She pressed them together, rubbed them on her knee, and finally rested them on the console between the driver and passenger seat. Joe did not reach for her hand to cover it with his warmth.
"Is everything okay?" Foxy asked.
"Hmm?" Joe"s gaze was out the window. His hands were at ten and two, ever the responsible driver. "Yes, of course."
"You just seem distracted."
"It"s a big night. This will be a big announcement. It"s going to change our lives."
He"d said our lives and not my life. That was something. At least he was still including her in his life. Or was the our referring to Charlotte O"Dell.
ourmyourFoxy should just come out and ask him about it. Ask him what he was doing at the woman"s office today. Her stomach was
