“What were you doing back there?” I growled as Jeff buckled up and I started the truck.
“With Mrs. Winter?” He looked so innocent, as if he couldn’t see the top of my head was about to explode.
“Thought you were along as an observer.”
“Oh, so you’re mad at me now.” He was smirking. I wanted to hit him, but I never hit anyone. Ever. Everybody is smaller than me.
“Observer means looking. Not speaking.”
“Can I ask you something?” He waited for me to nod. “If I hadn’t been here, how would you have handled it?”
“I would have spoken to her husband.”
“He wasn’t here.”
“He would have called me,” I answered with a shrug. I didn’t know what he was getting at.
“Why would he have called you?”
“His wife would have talked to him,” I said with another shrug. The point?
“So you would have been
