Beck POV
I drove her home again on Thursday.
It was raining, and the boy was at work. I didn't ask this time. I got the umbrella and said, "Truck's out back," and she smiled and got her jacket. It was five minutes with the wipers going and her knee six inches from my hand. I thought about it for four days.
So I shouldn't have been surprised when it came back on me.
It was Monday, a little after six. Lainey was off. The bar was half full and easy, and I was pulling a lager for the man from the hardware store when the door opened.
I knew the scent before I saw him. I had been smelling it on her skin for six weeks.
Every head in the room turned at once. Then every head turned back to its drink, too fast, like a flock of birds changing direction.
He didn't notice. He never noticed anyth
