Chapter 54

He spied the folded sheet of stationery on the coffee table, his name written across the front in Wendy’s neat script. Be back this afternoon. Stick around as long as you want.—WScrubbing his hands through his hair, he stood and stretched. It was tempting. There were worse ways to spend a Saturday night than hanging out with Wendy.

Thoughts of his upcoming evening, however, immediately brought back memories of the night before. More specifically, Paul’s brusque dismissal in the weak hours of the morning. Wendy had been wrong. It didn’t look any better now that he was rested. Then again, neither did his own behavior. He’d tossed out more than one hurtful comment, purposely being as callous as he could manage. He couldn’t say he could really blame Paul for going so cold there at the end. Hadn’t Jack learned anything about the man in the past two weeks not to know that would be the guaranteed response?