CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURI felt the wind in my hair as I scootered down the drive, trees sweeping past in a green blur. The gate swung open as I neared it. I hit the accelerator hard.
About five miles or so later, I let off the gas. God, what a relief.
My thoughts turned to Danni Beranski. Little wonder she’d broken things off with Billy Ray. Who’d want Marshall Bower for a father-in-law, let alone sweet Georgia Lee as mother-in-law? And Junior? Could he have made a pass at her? Not hard to imagine.
Now, with Lisa pregnant, I could just picture Thanksgiving. Georgia Lee drunk off her ass, Lisa not far behind, Bower Sr., carving the turkey and spouting platitudes, Junior in the bathroom jerking off between doing lines of coke. Lisa’s brat (or two or three) running around, wreaking havoc. Strai
