“ Jena shook her head. “Paul needs a life.” “Paul needs a woman,” Ceelie said. ”
Morning, ma'am. I'm looking for Tommy Mason. Is he around? Polite and professional, that was Senior Agent Broussard.Lord, what's that no-good sonofabitch done now? Wait, you ain't a cop; you're a game warden. What'd he do, run over a fish?
~ Susannah Sandlin
Jena took a seat on the sofa, and Cole found himself with another dilemma. Should he sit next to her or take the other chair? Such a decision shouldn’t feel momentous, but it did. It felt as momentous as a choice between the past and the future. It felt like a choice between friendship and maybe more than friendship. He sat next to her on the sofa.
You don’t like to talk to people, do you? I mean, slamming the door in my face was a clue that was hard to miss. I’m perceptive like that.
How ‘bout you, Jena?” He leaned closer, speaking in an exaggerated whisper. “We could go somewhere private. I know you probably got some scars from being shot, but you can’t see a scar in the dark, right?” The dickwad was offering her a pity fuck in a darkened room?
