She set the bottle down between them and leaned back, resting her hands in the sand. Jo had forgotten the way him and Sam were, that sort of unconditional protection that they seemed to extend to the people in their life. It was nice, to feel like someone gave a damn. Especially after the year she'd had, the months stretching on with barely saying a word to anyone, the empty motel rooms and chicken scratched two line postcards to her mom. She'd felt like a ghost for more months than she cared to count.
"Would you really expect any less of me?" There was a cheeky grin on her face as she shook her head a little. "Why, so you can go get yourself arrested, I'm sure Sam would love that one."