Chapter 40
As we head down the highway, I stare out the window, thinking. Always thinking. Randy may think I’m stoned or ignoring him. I need to say something. Now.
His head is bent over a book.
“Randy.”
“Yes?” His eyes meet mine.
“I . . . wanted to say, I consider you a friend.”
He nods. “Same here.”
“I want you to know that whatever happens, I’ve never intended to hurt anyone.”
“Cindy, why would you even say that?”
Okay, how do I play this? Whose trust should I betray?
I let out a shaky breath. “Well, first of all, my name’s not Cindy.”
“Really? What’s your name?”
“Portia.” I utter it with disdain.
Randy looks thoughtful. “Portia. That’s a nice name. Isn’t Portia a character in a Shakespeare play?”
“Yeah.” This surprises me. Randy’s more than just a cute guy. He has a brain
