Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Being with Joel was vastly different than being with Archer. Debra was one of two women in the world who knew that. The other just left with Archer. Which one of them got the better deal in the switch? Debra was certain each of them felt they did. Which means it was a good trade.
“There they go,” Debra said taking a sip of coffee, both elbows resting on the big wood dining room table.
Red, sitting across from her, frowned before saying, “Joel and Mick?”
“No. Jessie and Archer. Pretty sure I just heard Sammy’s truck pull out of the Dunn driveway and head away eastward. They must’ve had a little gas on hand, or gotten some from the marketplace. I doubt I will ever see either of them again. Not that I care anymore.”
“That was them,” Callaway said, sitt
