“I’m fine.” Sandy sucked in deep breaths, feeling his pulse calm. He pulled away. “How about we get cleaned up?”
He let Tanner use the shower first—wanted Tanner to use it, give him some time alone. But the shakes didn’t come back. Sandy grabbed a beer and sat outside on the porch. The old plumbing knocked as Tanner turned the water on and off. Sandy was starting beer two when Tanner’s heavy footfalls rattled the floor.
The screen door closed. “All done?” Sandy’s voice wasn’t so tight now.
“I was hoping you’d join me.” Tanner snagged a beer from the six-pack sweating on the railing.
“Not in a real joining mood right now.”
“You want me to leave?” Tanner’s dark eyes narrowed.
“Not really.” Sandy sighed. “No.”
“You gotta let that stuff get through your system, you know.”
“What stuff?”
