Brooke seemed exhausted when she emerged and she did not look impressed by the fact I was stood waiting for her with Blake.
He held the keys up to her as a way to explain himself, and she shook her head firmly.
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s a car, Brooke. He’s offering us both a lift.”
She looked between me and Blake, and her shoulders hung a little.
“I didn’t expect today to end with me relying on the generosity of a kid to get us back home.”
“Is that a yes, then?”
I wished that Blake hadn’t asked that. Brooke was obviously feeling defeated and I felt bad for her when she looked at him and nodded silently.
I was exhausting to look after, and this woman who was a US Marshall a couple of months ago was now in charge of a delinquent teenager and I felt like she was regretting taking this j
