“What areyou thinking about?” Rafe had whispered as Lyle had stood by the counter musing over his ridiculous thoughts.
Lyle just turned his head in Rafe’s direction, offered him a wink, and murmured: “Ice.”
It was enough to put a grin on Rafe’s face that lasted through most of the morning. The sky was clear although it had rained most of the night. When the thunder and the lightning had faded, the rain had lost its insistency, and for the hour or two that Rafe and Lyle had sat up drinking beer and chatting, the rain had provided a soothing and calming background.