Chapter 34

Now he took his eyes from the road for a second to meet mine, then shook his head and seemed to deflate. “And you’re not going to stop seeing Vincent just because I happen to think he’s wrong for you.”

“I’m not fifteen,” I said once again.

“No, you’re not.”

“And I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?”

“This is my life, Gregor.”

“All right. But I should have shot him before I let him step one foot into your mother’s house.”

“You didn’t know it was him.”

“Don’t remind me. Who’d have thought he would do something so unpredictable?” He snorted. “What am I saying? Vincent’s middle name is unpredictable.”

I laughed, but leaned forward to turn on the radio. The station was a classical one that Mother favored, and Debussy’s “Clair de lune” filled the car.

Gregor took the hint and concentrated on driving us to Great Falls, and twenty minutes later pulled into the garage.

“I’ve got some plump, fresh shrimp that will make a nice scampi,” he said as we entered the house.