Chapter 70

“He’s right,” Charlie said. “About my dad. But that doesn’t mean I want to hear it! You don’t have to tell me like it’s news, Quinn, like you think I’m stupid enough that I don’t already know it!”

Quinn showed her his palms in apology. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, it’s what I heard, okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

Jesus. Every day it was hackles up with these two, and Aaron knew he wasn’t much better. The rubber tips of his crutches squeaked on the floor as he made his way over to the breakfast bar—he’d been taking it easy with his prosthetic since things had come to a head in Spruce Creek. Too much running around that night had caused pressure sores on his stump that were slow to heal.