Chapter 6

“Stupid storm,” he muttered. “It’s all the rain’s fault.”

Jay hesitated for a moment, then stood and joined Nick at the window. He didn’t touch him. He tried not to invade his personal space at all, though he stood close enough to watch the water flow down the glass.

“What did the rain do?”

“I think it was the straw. The one that finally broke Austin and me. Maybe if it hadn’t rained…”

Jay found he was scraping the bottom of comforting things to say to drunk strangers. He felt sorry for Nick. He knew what it was like to be on the wrong end of a break-up. But he had encouraged drinking. He had encouraged swearing. He had even made a toast. But then, people in Nick’s condition were rarely rational. “Maybe if it hadn’t rained…you’d be fucking him right now and the rain would come next weekend.”

“Maybe.”