When Carey gave a hesitant nod, Jase got to his feet. “Gonna go for a run, and then we’ll figure out the rest of the day.”
After he’d changed into running clothes and the door had closed behind him, Carey sat where he was, his forgotten mug of coffee growing cold on the counter.
For the first time, he saw that long-ago night through Jase’s eyes instead of his own. In pain, and grieving the loss of his leg, he’d turned in desperation to the one person he trusted, the one person who’d shown time and time again that he cared, that he wouldn’t leave.
But then Carey had pushed him away. Refused to talk about it. Let the awkwardness grow until Jase had had no choice but to remove himself from the situation so that Carey could focus on healing.
Yet he’d never given up on their friendship. He’
