Talk about awkward. Izzie spent most of the evening trying not to stare at him. Sleeping next to him was going to be hard tonight. She had a feeling that things had changed between them irrevocably. Izzie couldn’t figure out what she wanted to do about it.
It was about an hour after dusk when he stood.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to go grab some more to drink at the camp store. You want anything?”
A moment of peace. Time to think.
“A phone. I want to call home.”
He hesitated, then handed one to her from the glove box. “It has twenty minutes on it. When you’re finished, take out the SIM card.”
“As Nikkie Jean would say, ‘Aye-aye, Lieutenant.’”
Izzie waited until he was out of the van, then dialed in a familiar number. Annie answered on the second ring. When Izzie identified herself, she thought her friend was going to cry.
“I’m ok, Ann. I promise. How are things there?”
Annie reassured her that everyone was ok. Even Jake.
There was one word Izzie didn’t want to hear.
Bail.
Wallace Henedy was out.
He’d been out since the day after the attempted abduction.
“How is Nikkie Jean handling that?”
Izzie listened as her friend spoke, needing the connection.
When Annie asked about Allen, for the first time in her life, Izzie kept what she was feeling to herself.
She wasn’t ready to share it, yet. Even with her best friend. But something…something was going to change between them. Soon.