Chapter Sixteen
“Hey, thanks for coming! So this is the famous Lucky?”
Billy Jo just watched from where she was sitting on a gray sectional, her feet up in socks, as Lesley fussed over Mark’s dog as he walked slowly through the front door.
“Hi, Mark. Great that you could come,” Chase said, reaching out to shake his hand. “You’re Jed Friessen’s son, right?”
It had been two days since Mark had shown up at the metal cargo container and saved her, and she’d seen a side of him, a vulnerable side, which was likely why they were back to the discomfort that lingered between them.
“That’s right, his youngest. My dad said your brother Vic is a good friend of my uncle’s.”
There were the pleasantries out of the way, the familiarities. Then they were both looking at her.
“Billy Jo, can I refill
