Chapter 29

If only I could stopper Joey, pocket him, keep himwith me.

As if he senses the shift in my mood, Joey slaps my back and, keeping his hand between my shoulder blades for leverage, pushes himself up off the bed. “Come on, Mr. Philosophy. Enough mind-bending for now. It’s about time to go back and get Dad.”

“You just leave him there all day?” I ask, sitting up. Joey’s hand falls from my back and brushes across my ass, a faint, barely-there touch that I feel all the same. “What’s he do there, do you think?”