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“Do you have a change of clothes for tomorrow?” she asked.
“In my truck.”
“Then go get it and bring it up if you want. No reason to leave it out there.”
He smiled and then nodded his head and she stepped back into her place while he ran down to do that.
Knox came back up five minutes later. “Where do you want me to put it?”
“You can leave the bag in the living room for now. We’ll put your stuff away later.”
“Easy enough,” he said.
They left after that and got in his truck. It was only twenty minutes to the casino and they had dinner reservations at four thirty close by. That would give them plenty enough time to eat and get to the show with no reason to rush.
Knox didn’t say much in the truck. Normally he was more talkative.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
He turned and looked at her. “Sure.”
“You don’t sound convincing,” she said.
He was back to looking at the road as he drove. “It’s fine.”
Which meant it wasn’t. “Tell me about what is fine,” she said. “Really. You’ve got something on your mind. Does it have to do with me?”
“No,” he said. “Nothing with you or me.”
“Okay,” she said. “Guess you don’t want to talk about it.”
She wouldn’t push him. She just wanted to make sure it didn’t have anything to do with them or their relationship.
“It’s not that,” he said. “It’s more like drama. No need to bore you.”
“Oh,” she said. “Bore me. We all have drama in our lives. That is how you get to know each other more.”
He laughed, but it was a forced sound.
“Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”
“I’ll be asking for it later,” she said, letting out a giggle.
This time he laughed and it was an honest sound.
“You’re exactly what I need right now.”
“That might be the nicest thing said to me in a long time.”
He turned to look at her and the cloud that was floating over him seemed to shift some.
“Good,” he said. “You know my history with my mother.”
“I do,” she said. “You don’t talk much or have a good relationship.”
He’d told her some of why. That his mother tried to turn him against his father, but it didn’t work in the end.
“I don’t,” he said. “She called me today. She never calls. We text a few times a year. Holidays mostly. I answered because I thought something might be wrong.”
