Chapter 4Without the rain beating against the roof and windows, the cabin was quiet. Too quiet. Nick found himself making more noise than necessary, just to drive away the reminder of his solitude, banging cupboards as he put away the breakfast dishes, letting silverware drop from a few extra inches just to get that satisfying clink.
It would have been easier to bear if he wasn’t alone, but when dawn had come and the silence testified to the rain’s cessation, Jay had been dressed and out of the door so fast Nick couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been looking for an excuse all along. He didn’t entertain the notion for long, not once full memory of everything they had done and said to each other in the last twenty-four hours had come roaring back, but it had stung long enough for his good-by
