Scott sat on the lodges front porch and watched as Jackie and the representative from the insurance company toured the burned-out section of the compound. Feet propped on the railing, he leaned back in the primitive wood rocker with his laptop open. Ostensibly, he was working on the website for Nielsen Outdoors School, but in reality, he was keeping an eye on the proceedings, gauging Jackies reactions to the things the man told her.
No, she wasnt his, not yet. Maybe not ever, he conceded. But that technicality didnt do anything to temper his protective nature. That was just who he was.
He couldnt actually hear what was being said, but so far, things seemed to be going in a positive direction, judging by the nods and the body language. The pair chatted back and forth, the man tapping notes into his tablet and occasionally snapping pictures.