Chapter 10

“That it? You leaving or making something to eat?” he asked, focused on his guitar and the complicated melody he played. It was something new, and hauntingly beautiful.

I moved forward and kneeled in front of him. He kept on playing. “Joey, I’m sorry.” A pause in the melody, then he started to play again.

“Sorry for what, Jared? If what you said was the truth, then there’s no reason for you to be sorry, is there?” He placed the guitar in the stand on other side of the chair away from the fire and stood, taking his beer with him.

I got up and turned to watch his progress to the kitchen. “I was wrong, sowrong and, yes, I have every reason to be sorry. I hurt you, and I assumed you couldn’t be hurt because you don’t ever show it. It’s not an excuse,” I amended when he snorted in his beer.