Chapter Eight
His friend was unusually antsy. Was it because he didn’t like Emma? Something about her put him off? Drew knew Toby well, and didn’t think it was that. The relaxed conversation in the car had been genuine. He’d been fine as long as he was working the boat or while they were eating. He’d even been relaxed massaging Emma’s feet, so it probably wasn’t about her. So what was it?
He studied the man who fidgeted with one of the lines, retied the drawstring on his swim trunks, settled and resettled himself. Emma probably hadn’t even noticed, but Drew was used to seeing Toby calm. He hadn’t seen him like this in ages. And then it hit him. The only time he’d seen Toby acting somewhat like this was when Caroline had been out of town for a couple of weeks, Toby unable to join her. The
