Cole longed to reach out to the man, just to offer some friendly support. But he forced his hands to his side and settled for asking, “You want to talk about it? I’m a good listener.”
Jack looked up, studied Cole’s face, and then nodded. “I would. But I don’t like leaving Alex alone too long. He still has nightmares about finding his mother’s body.”
“Nightmares—I bet that’s hard on you as well, isn’t it?”
“Well, I’m up most nights anyway.” Jack looked toward the stairs. “I’m worried sleeping in a new place might trigger another bad dream.”
Oh, yeah. This was a bad idea. A really bad idea. But somehow the words just popped out of his mouth. “Well, how about we go talk in your suite so you can keep an ear peeled for trouble with Alex?”
The softly grateful smile on the man’s face made it worth the risk. But talk was all that was on the menu. Cole was determined to be a friend to him and nothing more.
Jack picked up the mug and led the way up the stairs.