Tristan tilted his head. “Thank you.”
Rain didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew what he didn’twant, and that was for Tristan to leave. It was Friday night and he’d been alone all week, and now this gorgeous man was standing in his door, and—oh, to hell with it—he’d take a chance. “I can make some coffee or something, and we could sit out here and talk if you like?”
“That would be fantastic. But no coffee for me. I’m an insomniac.”
Rain gently shut the door behind him. “I thought I heard you walking around all night.”
“You heard that? Sorry. Just can’t sleep lately and I can’t keep still either.”
Rain looked around the porch. “Do you wanna sit on the steps or—”
“Steps are good.” Tristan settled for the first stair and leaned up against the railing.
Rain didn’t know where to sit, but finally decided on the second step, sitting a little lower than Tristan, but facing him. “I can’t believe how quiet this street is.”