“What? I mean, excuse me?”
“Something’s bothering you.”
“No!”
Tom raised an eyebrow, and Rush offered a weak smile.
“No.” The last thing he wanted to do was talk to anyone about this latest situation with his family. He cleared his throat. “I’m all sweaty. If it’s okay with you, I’ll go take a shower.”
“Okay, Rush. You know you can talk to me, though, don’t you?”
“Sure, I do. And… and if there was any… anything to talk about, I’d be right there.” To his horror, his eyes started to burn. Tom Weber was more a father than his own father had ever been, and he knew if he didn’t get out of here soon, he’d be bawling like a baby. He rushed into the shower and stripped off his workout shorts.
Turning the water on full force, he stood under the shower head and let the water pelt down on him.
