Jay was cursing into his cell phone when I came back from the store.
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Mark,” he said. “If they were really interested, they’d bring some real money to the table.”
Mark was Jay’s agent. Figuring they’d be on the phone for a while, I put the groceries away, grabbed a beer, and headed outside to sit on the deck. The sky was overcast, but it was warm and, according to Jay, rain was only supposed to fall overnight.
Just being in Cape May made me feel calmer. The stress I’d been under in Philadelphia with my classes and Sean Gluski seemed many miles away now. I knew the anxiety would return when I got back to Center City but, for the time being, I decided to put my problems aside and enjoy myself.
I hadn’t even heard Jay come onto the deck, but I felt his han
