Chapter 37

But he hadn’t closed any sales. He wasn’t going to make his quota.

In the bathroom, he turned the light on and squinted, his eyes adjusting to the glare, but as he plucked the medicine cabinet open, the doorbell rang, and he sighed, looking over at the lighted hall. What the hell now?

He tightened his black robe around the waist and dragged his feet to the door, and then cracked it open a sliver. “Yes?” His throat hurt.

Rain was standing under the porch light. “Oh, no, you were sleeping and I woke you. I’m so sorry, I thought that maybe you’d be awake.”

Tristan couldn’t believe Rain was standing at his door. Rain looked so good to him, he fought back the urge to hug him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a little raspy from coughing all evening.

“Well, I just—I needed an egg.” Rain smiled but his eyes were full of emotion. “And maybe a little sugar?”

“Yeah?” Tristan coughed and hid his face inside his sleeve, until the coughs subsided.