Chapter 5

“Think you can get out of the car now?”

Edwin checked the rearview mirror again. It was still empty.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good now.”

Edwin pulled the key out of the ignition. He was being silly. He was lucky that Blake and Cathy had tried to talk to him instead of calling the happy men in white coats.

“I’m sure. I think I might have just had too much excitement for the day. We’ll get a drink, and I’ll take it easy…I know I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“I hope I’m still as spry when I’m your age.”

Edwin smiled good-naturedly, but he felt like it was frozen to his face. He wasn’t that old. Not so old that Blake should call him spry. He was only forty-seven, for Christ’s sake.

Which was nearly twenty-five years older than Blake.

He must have seemed ancient to the young couple.

“Well, work out every day and eat your vegetables,” Edwin said absently as he pushed open the door.