To explain how with one word, one pointed look, his parents could send him over the edge. How the taste of disapproval lingered in his mouth long after he left their house. They drove in silence for the ride back to Denver. When they reached the city limits, he glanced over at her. Kendall sat staring out the passenger-side window with her head resting against the seat back. The light from the setting sun glowed against her porcelain skin. He wished this were simpler. “Do you have a patio? I need some fresh air after that.” She rolled her head along the headrest until she faced him. “A couple of folding chairs on the deck out back.” “My house then. Is that ok with you?” “Yes.” He shifted lanes and took the exit ramp for his part of town. “What are you thinking about?” She smiled wistfully. “Family.”
