What was he thinking agreeing to a weekend with Milo? Was he that confused?
“So you see, it might be too early in the game to call it, but I thought you should know that, if there’s a man up to the challenge a family can be, Tristan is that man.” She blew out a breath. “Shit, Rachel would kill me if she knew I’d trapped you in my car and said all this. But, Rain, I had to say something, okay? I hadto speak for my best friend.”
“I’m so glad you did,” Rain said, trying to smile, though he felt like crying. “He’s blessed to have you.”
“Well, I think it’s the other way around.” She tapped his knee. “Go. Or you’ll be late.”
“I already am.” He opened the door and stepped out, then leaned in. “Thank you, Bernie. For everything.”
“Don’t mention it.” She leaned in. “We’re all rooting for you, hon. You’re a sweet guy and I know your heart is the right place.”
* * * *
Later that evening, Rain blew his nose and then stuffed the Kleenex back into his pocket.