It was a couple of hours later that Dezi began heading home. He was still feeling the effects of the confrontation with his father, and he didn’t want Rox to see him like that, so he drove around a while.
Now, as he finally walked into the trailer, he felt pain shoot up from his hand, and looked down at his fist that had a tiny cut on it. He couldn’t believe he’d hit his own father. Just then Rox walked in, and they went into each other’s arms, each one sensing the other’s sadness.
“How’d it go?”
Dezi pulled away. “You knew where I went?”
“It wasn’t hard to figure out.”
He gave a derisive chuckle. “Damn, Rox, every time I think I’ve put something over on you, you surprise me by being a lot smarter than I give you credit for.”
Rox gave him a teasing smile. “I like to keep you off bala
