He looked relaxed in jeans and a red and white plaid shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Wet hair meant he’d just come out of the shower. When he saw me, he smiled and the tiredness softened around his eyes. “Hey, Jenny bear. I thought you’d been spending too much time alone, so I told Tyson Palmer he’d have to wait until tomorrow afternoon for his Camaro. I’ve ordered pizza and picked up a movie rental. Are you in the mood for comedy?” “Sounds good, Dad,” I said as I motioned for Evan to come into the living room. He’d been standing out of sight in the hallway. “I’ve brought a friend home. Dad, meet Evan Quinn. His family’s new in Springhills.” Dad stood and reached out to shake Evan’s hand. Evan shook Dad’s hand firmly and looked him square in the eyes. “How do you do, sir?” Evan asked. “You can call me Mark,” Dad said. “Where do you come from?” The twenty million dollar question. I looked at Evan and wondered what city he’d name. Evan’s eyes were making a sweep of the living room.
