Chapter 3

“Next time I come, I’m bringing a chair down,” he complained.

He was rewarded with a glance through Ronnie’s thick lashes. He’d been wrong earlier. Not everything about Ronnie’s face was the same. The gleeful innocence in his bright blue eyes, the excited trust that had wanted to believe in the good in everyone, was gone.

When Ronnie’s gaze returned to his book without his uttering a word, Jim scowled. “I don’t even get a hello? Some friend you are.”

Still nothing, though Ronnie shifted to the side slightly, hiding the scars that peppered his neck.