She’d come out to his house, to talk, she had said. They had, about the incident, the trial, which did not last a week. In addition, about Jordan—and the negotiations with her mother. He knew that Brook was fishing also; to see if he’d recognized her on the pier with Coy. It was mean of him, but he let her sweat it out. Amused somewhat, that she didn’t realize—like all the family did—how often Coy was dropping by her place to check on her, bringing Levi by, once her face healed. When she came to practice, one of the Coburn girls having stood in for her at a couple of the gigs, Coy was either at Mitch’s, his Dad’s, or somewhere close enough to “accidentally” bump into her before he left. Max knew Brook was all for getting back to work, finally having a normal life. Karla had gotten off easy and knew it—she wasn’t even in town anymore, but she had written Brook a letter. It was full of a lot of excuses, the drugs, and life, whatever. However, it was likely the way Karla viewed her choices and mistakes, something or someone’s fault.
