Page 58 of Losing an Edge

“And when we’re out of town the next time? What then?”

I shook my head. “We’ll figure it out. I don’t know yet.”

Jonny grunted and nodded. “All right. So we convince her to stay until we get back to Portland, then she stays with you. But I swear to God, 501, if you put one toe out of line…”

“You don’t need to threaten me. I’m as worried about her as you are. I’m not going to hurt her.”

He grunted in response, and his glare didn’t lighten up at all. But he wasn’t acting like he was about to rip me limb from limb so his son could feed me to the alligators. That had to be a good sign, didn’t it?

Holy hell. He wasn’t going to murder me over my suggestion.

“How do we convince her to stay put for now?”

“Sara can manage it,” he said. Then he turned around and stalked back to the locker room.