Chapter 3

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not at home. My wife, Amanda, she’s not at home. I wouldn’t do that to someone. I wouldn’t go out drinking while she stayed home in a snowstorm this close to delivery.”

“Okay,” Heath said. “So she’s out somewhere. Won’t she need to get home? Shouldn’t you be there for that? Or is she staying somewhere else to avoid the snowstorm?”

“She’s staying somewhere else all right, somewhere in South Carolina. She’s not coming home.”

“Oh,” Heath said, unsure of what to say. He turned to go, and then turned back around and asked, “You’re saying this to get me to stay, right?”

Dane looked up, and Heath suddenly felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry, Dane,” he said, and then hung his coat back up and grabbed a file.

“Just go home,” Dane muttered, looking back at his work.

“No, I was a jackass for saying that, but I would be a bigger one if I went home right now,” Heath said, sitting back in his chair. “Um…why did she leave?”