Tristan was trying to get his bearings. If he said or did the wrong thing, that would be the end of whatever had started between Rain and him. He knew this. But it hurt. It hurt so bad, he thought he’d cry. “Rain, I don’t understand what just happened and—”
“I’m sorry,” Rain said, his green eyes full of grief. “So sorry. I don’t know what I just agreed to. I don’t know.”
“Are you going back to Otterburn Park with him next week?”
“Tristan…I’m trying to keep things clean. Trying to keep my son.” Rain shook his head, looking away at the park. “I’m so dumb,” he said.
“No, wait a second—”
But Rain quickly opened his door and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.