Later, sprawled in the hotel bed, the covers thrown off because they’d generated so much steam it felt like the air conditioning was broken, they lay on their sides, gazing into each other’s eyes. He ran a finger along the curve of her hipbone, down to her waist.
“How are you doing with…well, the news about your father?”
“I don’t know. It’s—it’s shocking.” She was still trying to make sense of what Coach Nelson had revealed to the police. Years ago, he’d overheard one of his football players talking about a wild night drinking with some frat boys who’d been staying at Majestic Lodge. As part of an initiation ritual, they had to dart into the road and scare a driver. One of those drivers had been Amanda Rockwell.
She’d driven off the road, and everyone knew how that part of the story en
