Chapter Seventeen
After Bryce had the truck headed north away from the restaurant he glanced at his father in the passenger seat beside him. Bryce’s mind whirled with questions. He had to know why his father wanted to leave so quickly. Maybe he didn’t like Sax? Maybe her father embarrassed him? Was his father ill? Had he said something wrong?
I should be tactful. “So, Dad.”
“Yes?” His dad leaned forward and adjusted the radio knob, tuning to his favorite country music station. Willie Nelson’s mellow voice came through the speakers.
“What’s the real reason you wanted to leave the restaurant?” He nodded at the clock recessed into the dashboard. So much for tactful. “It’s nowhere near your normal bed time.”
“Can’t a man go to bed early sometimes?”
Bryce c****d an eyebrow. “
