She"d given them a ride to Ty"s house, since Zane"s truck had been behind the cordoned-off safety line. They had decided they needed to get Ty home, away from the television cameras that seemed to love to torment him, where he could fall apart in peace. He found her sitting in an armchair, and Elaina was crashed out on the couch, so Zane moved to join them. “How is he?” Shannon asked dubiously. “I know how he felt about that truck.” Zane shook his head as he stripped out of his heavy sweatshirt before sitting down. “He"s still in shock. Not pacing or ranting or anything else I would expect out of him. I"m not sure which is better.” He glanced up to the ceiling. “He"s supposed to be getting in the shower.” “Silent and still is not a good sign,” Shannon advised as she straightened and put her hands on her knees. She stood and glanced up at the ceiling as well. “You want a beer? I think we all deserve one after today,” she said quietly as she headed for the kitchen.
