“Oh no,” Jake chuckled. “They’re not decent enough. I just grabbed those. We’re going out after this to find clothes for you. In the meantime you can wear these.” He waved the pieces in his hand. “Not that hideous old sweater o’ mine.”
Jake’s words caught Luke off his guard again. Going out to find clothes? With whose money? But Luke didn’t dare to ask that. It had to be with Jake’s because—oh, Jake must know that hedidn’t have a dime, mustn’t he? Craig had never paid him for any services. The old man only gave him promises after promises…
Luke reached for the clothing with shaky hands. “T-thank you very much, Jake.” His voice cracked, and he clutched the jeans and shirt tightly as if his life depended on it.
Jake stilled. “Hey,” he said softly, squeezing Luke’s shoulder with tenderness. “That’s okay. It’s nothing. Go on.” He nodded. “The bathroom’s that way.”
“Y-yeah,” Luke stammered, nodding quickly and turning around.