“What? My father has employed the best detectives already.”
“At least you could tell Sally how you feel about it.”
Jack kicked at the dock post with the toe of his tennis shoe. “And have her tear into me like a wild cat?” he countered. “You don’t know Sally.”
“Are you so sure that you do?” Penny asked. Turning she walked swiftly away.
Jack came padding up the gravel path after her.
“Wait!” he commanded, grasping her by the arm. “So you think I’ve given Sally a raw deal?”
“I have no opinion in the matter,” Penny returned, deliberately aloof.
“If I could do anything to prove Sally innocent you know I’d jump at the chance,” Jack argued, trying to regain Penny’s good graces.
“You really mean that?”
“Yes, I do.”