Rush frowned, but before he could say anything, Billy Bob spoke.
“You could have mine, Miss Jan,” he offered shyly.
“Why, thank you…uh…Billy Bob?”
He beamed at her. “You’re welcome.”
He certainly didn’t look that enthralled when I used his name,Tom mused to himself.
“Uh…don’t you think those shorts are a little…um…short?” Rush asked.
“You’re not my father.” Her voice was strident. She flushed, took a breath, and smoothed her hair. “Why don’t we ask an unbiased spectator? What do you think, Billy Bob?”
“I think you look beautiful, Miss Jan. You always look beautiful. And…and your boyfriend was a foolto even look at another woman.”
“Thanks.” She smiled, but anyone could see his compliment didn’t mean anything to her. “Well, I’ve got to run. I’ve got a date.”
“You do?” Rebecca had been watching her with concern, but now confusion clouded her expression. “You didn’t just a little while ago.”