Chapter 6.2

“Sure was glad you were around tonight,” Pops offered.

Wade opened two bottles of beer and gave one to Pops. With a sigh, he sat on the opposite end of the divan. “I was glad to help.”

“She does too much,” Pops said, looking older than Wade had ever seen him. “Has too much on her plate. Business, employees, mortgage, two young boys, an old man who can’t manage his own two feet without tripping over them.”

“I think if you asked her, she’d say those were good things. All of them. If I hadn’t been there tonight, she would have handled everything just fine.”

“Maybe, but we’d still be wet and cold without the dry clothes you brought.”

“There is that.”

“See? She needed you tonight. We all did. Which makes me want to ask just how long you plan on hanging around.”

Wade took a sip of beer and leaned back to hide the fact that his heart started pounding. “So, are you asking?”

“She doesn’t have a man to stand for her.”

“Oh, yes, she does. She’s got you,” Wade said. “Don’t sell yourself short, Po