“You’ve got friends in high places.” Chantelle pulled a crooked smile and winked. Sam hadn’t fallen back into sullen moodiness, but she wanted more from him than this. Some kind of sign things would work out, they would be all right.
“Yeah, one who can give me a clapped-out van on the weekend.” His grin was rueful. They were almost through loading the last of his stuff.
Sam definitely intended to hand in his notice, so his moving in with Bobby wasn’t an issue. Maybe they should wait, but to hell with it. She wasn’t the only one surprised by Sam’s ready agreement, though. His fear fragranced the air. Even now, he stood with enough tension in his body for it to vibrate under her hand. He peered to where she touched his arm.
Bobby came out carrying another box, entering Chantelle’s awarene
