BRENT WILLIAMS
Up ahead, he saw the familiar sign of a family restaurant he knew made great hamburgers. He whipped into the parking lot and killed the engine. "We might as well eat. I'm starving and I don't think I can face the state of my house on an empty stomach."
Lillie looked at him and grinned. "I guess I could eat something. But now that you know I'm not really a housekeeper, don't expect me to clean it up." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "And thanks."
"For what?"
"For giving me the time I need to figure out what I'm going to say to Marissa."
Brent turned away from her knowing gaze and opened his door. "I'm just hungry, that's all."
"Yeah, right."
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TUESDAY JONES
TUESDAY PACED THE hospital's lobby, the can of soda in his hand unopened. Amie sat on a couch, a magazine on her lap, covertly watching his restless progress.
"What's taking so long?" he asked. "She's been in there two hours."
"Let's go to the cafeteria. I'll buy you some dinner."
